The Flesh Between Your Lips

Your mind is enough for my Soul, and your breasts freed to sway. What is will/be is enough and I keep my severe dreaming away! I saw your golden cord climbing above your nest that rises out of the mouth to heaven. And all illusions as a drying painting of enormous proportions that cupped flowers and abstained from all human thinking -- the immovable body against the irresistible force -- THUNDER like eternity in flight like a wave. The greatest smallest creatures! The smallest biggest lies! The irrefutable truths against the deepest paradoxes know! If you are sad -- a lonely voyage! Like the clouds engulfed in storms I have spoken through pines and cold soil -- through fire and full blown masts across the seas! You are the vintage nature of all; a people with high raised hills of strength and nostalgic voices. I awake each morning before the sun to watch the birds flee -- back into the nest of your love! :: 12-31-2017 ::