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let sacred delirium flow

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let sacred delirium flow

(in-between wakefulness and dreaming, in-between free verse and flows - I wouldn't trade it for candy-coated couplets, nor silky sonnets set in cities of gold, for my delirium is uninhibited, unhinged, freely flowing) delirious non-linear shutter-frames capture us over there, here now, before - a nuance, a taste on the tip of my tongue leading me towards need without a name nor face. Prying open other people to see if you were inside. Searching for a known desire with an unknown label, to find something never actually lost - to make it more palpable - closer. Crawling out of my skin, out of my skull, slinking through invisible trees, you appear: a jungle cat licking my mind - you always made love to my soul first, before enticing me with a liquid growl off-set by the pitter-patter of paws and purring. Your purr, your velvet purr rumbles for my submission. Willingly I accept the invitation of vulnerable humility bowing towards a fearless trust lush with a luminary borderless meshing, catching up to right now. - Right now - Your black-light curvaceous muscled trembling licks my mind, my body, my hands and mouth glide across your skin, testing the earth for stability. The tectonic plates of my belly quake resettle within your womb. Inside-outside, outside-inside a lotus-soul union, just as ancients had hinted, dissolving, letting you devour me, before I drink from your salty grail. Over-stimulation leads to an un-thinking deep rhythm, waves pushing out - in until the shoreline and tides become indistinguishable, a backdrop to a pace quickening. Outside-inside of you, you are outside-inside of me, there is no longer the need to fear unknowns, for the unknown guides us higher, guides us ever deeper, until even our release merges with the flow of ancient rippling rhythm. .

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  1. Date: 11/23/2012 6:34:00 AM
    As if I could read this just once, between wakefulness and dreaming, it is beyond reach, and yet ever so close, like I am prying in a private moment and drinking in the saltiness of it all. One of your best Chris, will fav this precious jewel, xxx vie

  1. Date: 11/20/2012 12:47:00 PM
    This absolutely gripped me. Great stuff

  1. Date: 11/5/2012 8:33:00 AM
    Whoaaa. I don't think the hot coffee is making me sweat. I've got to say I love the parenthesees part the most. goody two shoes

  1. Date: 10/30/2012 7:09:00 AM
    Beautiful, exciting write!

  1. Date: 10/29/2012 3:36:00 PM
    Different kind of work..I will let Jack know that you stopped by my blog..Sara

  1. Date: 10/29/2012 5:47:00 AM
    hot stuff my friend... your words are timeless, beautiful and sexy even ;) wonderful to read you, again.

  1. Date: 10/28/2012 7:19:00 AM
    Shades of romanticism here, you sure rip out my hard nose sentimentality. even the title, one takes note of, then on to a unfolding story of sheer magic....

  1. Date: 10/27/2012 6:32:00 PM
    OMG! I think I am going to faint! Water, please, someone bring me a glass of water, water to drink, to splash upon my pale face, while smiling through it all. Your best poem yet Chris, in case you couldn't tell. Wow!Stumbling to rush this one into my fav's file. ;)

  1. Date: 10/27/2012 2:06:00 PM
    One of your best Chris. Your poetic ways are good sound. Michael

  1. Date: 10/27/2012 7:04:00 AM
    Primeval assions pulse through your words! ... wonderful... Terry

  1. Date: 10/27/2012 4:56:00 AM
    I will never forget the night you wrote this will always be one of my favourites....what more can I say without becoming more delirious? Is that even possible? Ha! Ruben is absolutely right...what are you waiting for, my Love? Write that book!

  1. Date: 10/27/2012 2:34:00 AM
    Well...what can I say? Perfect is not enough. Im going to fav this poem. What are you waiting for? I want to buy your first book!