Sometimes I Create

I'd like to live in it, w/ you Love:
A sea-shell palace erected f/
Bizarre Altantian topographies.

Naked foliage
Of our bodies as they breathe
The music of the ocean into cool

Patterns on the planes
Of a starlit vision: we become
Elements of eternal ecstasy...

We become mandalas
& I turn to you in a fishlike fashion
& drum possibilities of circulation:

Spirals.

Spirals, now swelling...
What's beyond the whirl of a galaxy?
It's ours... illuminated,

Un-dimensional.

I wring brisk harmonies that
Summon sable doves into the corridors
Of a moment that may have been

Only a flicker of a candle's memento,
Had we considered
The reality of truth or the truth of reality.