INCURABLE

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cola coloured orbs smile to my soul,
Raven locks speak to me of long, lost Celtic mystery,
Crustacean mien belies your gelatinous centre,
An exalted intelligence reined in coated charisma,

Others see child-like innocence,
Known lost to you since puberty,
Long the days since you saw through those eyes,
I yearn to caress that sacred self you hide,

Only in dream, a trance, it is real,
In cosmic time we are one, grace and selflessness,
Clothed in slumber shakes you but a country away,
I cannot recall your scent, did I ever know?

Between movement of sun, hope springs,
We flow together once again as two rivers find the sea,
Expanding into purpose, steel, no space nor time,
Can restrain a spirited love so pure,

You have only to recall, stretch and breathe,
All is done, made whole as completeness exhales itself.

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