Euphoria of a Freed Soul

As I sit adjacent to you You fill my mind with your carnal touch Feeling the clouds Tasting soil You are the earth I could be hypnotized You have dared me to bare Sneered away from tactlessness Crawled towards diplomacy It’s intimate, you and me Your distinct scent and malicious eyes Shifted my dry, autumn self on interim. You have lifted incandescence Searched inside me and feel me vibrate I opened up, soul is flustered, our bodies bound I ache for the butterfly impulse The rush of blood from my veins to yours We grew connected, caged in your ribs You in every bits and pieces, I yearn for, I desire Remain inside me, fitted. You are a work of art. Your art is a hedonistic mystery made of you. The love we ought to beget. A honing process between intoxication and sobriety. I can no longer let go, I’m fertilized. While the world decays before our eyes, forever in you, I subsist.