Preparing to Represent Love

The hours are crowded with dreamy tones
Wisps of reasons dripping wet,
My rather free subconscious sweat,
Industrious style,
I reach for the opening to this close content.

Cool are the petals of our lotus hearts:
Playing the airs of our flamboyant start
Into worship:
But the earth begins to shake: and we fear…
It is the capers of gods teasing a quake.

A treasure you are in the palm of my trance:
The world vibrates, feeling our dance
On the scaffold of a mysterious
Faith that we might be immortal in the
Penetration of rebellion.

Rebuking all odds, unconditional and blind.
Revolution like this, is the kind that can not
Be alarmed of creatures that stalk:
The dais awaits: for a destiny is ours that
Asks of expression:

Embodiment of a symmetrical angel.