Mirage or miracle in motion
. . . ?
Air quivering with heated molecules
bringing into being what divinity desires most
as it entices heart and soul into
a burst of creativity.
Sensation opening out into
a vast humidity,
revealing and repeating an eternal ecstasy
in the worship of a deity of all integrity -
seeking still to blend us all within infinity.
Metamorphosis into a flash
Moaning in a tone of utter sensitivity.
Moving past the threshold
of all passionate advice,
we sink so deep, we learn to fly again -
into satin skies that never seem to end.
Where every move endows our mood
with more than any particle of flesh
had come to know itself to be before.
And so we skim, we sink, we
swim, we glide
until at last we reach the other side -
reaching out to bridge the light and dark
into these glowing hearts that beat in sync.
Linking every thing with every other.
Knowing, in a sated flow of sleepy dreams
that everything begins again in us . . .
? Michaelette ?
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