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"Petrichor "



Two minds 
have made an entrance
magnetic bodies electric
minions babble 
it’s just wasted white noise
sandpaper against back stories hit
The Wall of Wasted Time
He’s read most between the lines
He’s all hard hot and cool
unruffled piercing eagle eyes 
forever on the hunt for willing prey
She’s incognito in disguise
seeking a challenge amongst 
the spoilt and unsoiled 
green-eyed fray
the two watch
in studied silence

like heat seeking missiles 
they will find each other
poles apart 
opposites 
light and dark
fascinated 
they are each other’s mark
the ozone is now charged 
the crowd dissolves
invisible all their faces
unread their lips
unheard their madding mob words 
whispered all graceless 
passionless empty pages
time departs
the fuse is lit 
Two minds’ eyes connect
both burning id reflect
the moment before they met
neurons travelling at lightning speed
through pulse to fingertips 
reach out towards 
each other’s mortal form
to touch the cerebral net
then later 
find fingers reading skin 
like braille and thirst
to drink from reigning lips 
the moment before the 
welcome storm hits hips
to taste the salt in 
the cumulonimbus bursting
blue feral hollows 
of their naked terraform
the Two minds 
like absent gods
high and lost
in each other’s ocean
bent and tossed
live their story 
tattooed at the place 
where bodies leave clean sheets 
and souls connect 
electric bodies ignite
La Petite Mort
wave after wave 
their drowning moans 
ecstatically deplore
their final becalmed 
silence approaching 
the sweet mercy of
Petrichor


(LadyLabyrinth/2018)



https://youtu.be/5hFCZ1tzWR0
"Body Electric"/Del Ray






"I sing the body electric, 
The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them, 
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them, 
And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the soul"
I Sing the Body Electric, Walt Whitman 
(American Poet, May 31,1819 – March 26, 1892)


"The love of the body of man or woman balks account, the body itself balks account, 
That of the male is perfect, and that of the female is perfect."
I Sing the Body Electric, Walt Whitman
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