(¸¸.♥➷♥•*¨)¸.•´¸.•*¨) ¸.•*¨) MOTIFS Let me speak to you in parabolic air-wave Through soul-tongue Taste the river of my desire Once denied to you As channels now have been dismantled From their chained-abyss that kept Their ether silent Willing to cross the chasm to land inside Your crevices, concave Mosaic integers of refined silhouettes Passing through my polynomial focus Tiny glitter-rings that once had no Realm to call their own, no place to linger hard Center now as motif on the edge of meditative eye A beyond-ness felt in surreal link Between your aloneness and abandoned star Filtering through thick waters of resistance Feel me, feel me come through Receive my gossamer fractals Each glistening tendril Reaching ghost fingers to massage your sorrows Lick your evolutionary bliss Envelope all your viscera, your sacred tomorrows In a single concerto-pastoral kiss Wrap your deafness into my own. We become the Song! ♥ Susan Joyner-Stumpf 2014 © Copyright Reserved (¸¸.♥➷♥•*¨)¸.•´¸.•*¨) ¸.•*¨) ___________ Second Poem written immediately after coming out of a Meditative State.
Posted on: Sun, 26 Oct 2014 16:49:41 +0000