Contours Bending

Contours bending in a storm emerging twisted gracious form drifting through forgotten night on slowly moving candlelight with sweet hands tending tender skin swollen kisses tumbling in where hidden canyon's sweet abyss surge toward a glowing temporal bliss as human touch seeks out its will unfolding from a stardust mill weaving daydreams until dawn the river's flow has nowhere gone for climbers of crescendoed falls always fail to cross their walls until a time will come to be when our whole heart will let us see