Tempting Equilibrium

So, come undone:
In the splash of my vexation:
Upon the dark & wicked den your escape to
When I catch you haunting me:
I don’t mind, do you?

Chase the midstream of my melody:
Siren incarnate:
The genesis of green imagination…
Crayon-ic secrecy [[[how i play...]]]

Veiled in the gleam of a silver-moon-stream,
I am treading the waters of a side-effect-muse;
Polar to this aptitude:
A garden lies here where our fables choose
To bathe in the heat of the temptress’ gold:
I stand in the slants of your furthest idea,
Draped in the art of the unexplained…
Inviting you to experience:

The empress’ rush of stormy tracers,
The shivering echo from a mountain’s peak:
I wish to hear you mimic me.

Reflections:
Spike’d perfections: one intention,
Drowned in the cloud-forest of a lost freedom.

Aphrodite's Dive

Wrapped violet heart
Inverted on the outside
Of my burning chest,

One vibration you freed
& sent me, spiraling down
My own love song…

With birds in my tresses,
Ribbon-like dresses
A prophetic delay confesses

A close encounter.
It is like me to chant, but
This rainbow-tongued rant

Flew by its wet canyon walls
Enthralled beyond,
A logical call into the wind:

It is the wrong way up:
This leap into
Perfect blindness…

My lyre strums too this plan
Balancing a blank demand:
Awe: Ares has me euphoric!

In Limbo

I want to hold you
In the midnight-hour upon a gem-seat-cheer:
I can only imagine
It to be like a thousand velvet-whispers

Molding a gossamer glaze,
Replacing the space where air used to amuse my skin.
Instead I bask in the pride of paved compositions
That stalk the nostalgia of my internal

Cave: canyon like dispositions:
Monochrome expansiveness emulating
My assessment of limbo.
Brilliantly dyed violet sky

Contrasting the glow of the optimistic white
Walls filtering radical thoughts:
Mission in life: & who chose to march with me.
As I return to this world: continue a quest:

On my sunrise pillow lies remembrance:
Poetry’s halo, windswept anguish:
You on my mind and an empire bleeding
In drones of a frenzy.

Craze

Mystified is this resemblance to love:
It’s apprehensive: actually:
Though, too, an exterior dream.
Stars have exploded:
The sky has left no guidance:
Beautiful, yet intimidating concert
It was to be immersed in the fireworks
Of this revelation:
On my own: & our own:
I feel it’s too early to say:
Anything: that could be dispossessed:
Tomorrow:
I could fall: and lament my own voice:
But, secretly, I almost know
The colors of your soul:
All too well.:
Infinite & intricately echoing…
I feel them circling: swirling naturally
With mine.