Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Waves of Surrender

Illuminated lines and angles cut along your mind's splendor and we dance and dance and dance the night away. The air we breathe is like a mission to retain our senses. The pulsations imposed by the flesh deliver us our own wonderment.

A collective burn and forge, a passionate embrace, a river of sweat, and a delicate afterglow.

The freedom to go anywhere and the choice to choose the other. We both stay away from hallucinogens because our minds are ripe with fantasies. Our world's already vivid and thumping with energy. I can feel you over seas. I can share your dreams. I can kiss your knees. The world spins hurricane on it's axis and we lock hands.