SO here it comes, on the cusp...
The quiver of a held breath; the calm before the storm...
I can feel it gestating like a babe in the womb of my consciousness,
Feeding on the turbulent currents of my emotions, powered by the rhythmic beating of my heart...
Desire...
A force coalescing like clouds of vapour in the heavy turgid air,
painting the canvas of the soul in dream-tones of autumnal oranges and the incarnadined red of
aroused passions,
storm clouds darkening the horizon of the mind,
as livid flashes of heat lightening striates the heavens in blistering streaks of ozone drenched sliver radiance,
ripping the air with the sharp sound of violence; a tearing curtain of light torn into the thin veil of reality,
allowing the measured tread of the spirit-dream to bleed its way into the consciousness of the mind,
where the wind-rippled vision of a sensuous beauty is made manifest...
Wafting gently, her lustrous hair a billowing pennant on the breath of the wind,
A beauty who's allure catches at the soul-strings of the heart, and opens a portal of longing into the soul,
Dreamlike, the wind stills,
A pregnant silence birthed as her image steadies before my avid gaze,
Stilled moment descending with hurricane like intensity,
Whipping the breath from my lungs,
And ...
For a painful moment, quieting to a murmur the beating of my heart,
A moment that stretches... And breaks,
At the touch of moisture precipitating from the darkened skies of my desire,
A weeping trail of raindrops to fill the reservoir of the soul, spirit running; lost in dreams of you,
A river in full spate, swollen by the sundered dam of the heavens,
Flowing with a poignant touch of joy,
A bittersweet cloud of memories pushed by the gale force wind of my thoughts,
Yet it careens with a majestic splendour over the soaring heights,
The rugged reverent magniloquence of the cliffs which forms your passions,
Airborne and free of its bed of leashed desire,
Colouring the air with a russet blush of rainbow mist,
To plunge into the gaping womb of the earth,
Where comfort is found in the solace of her gloaming embrace...
The breaking storm of your love, as with her beauty, invading the shadows of my heart,
As the breath of life invades and course through my lungs...
A gleaming jewel set like a luminous star within my soul,
Where the trace of your smile is a golden aura, shining bright...
FOR your will is my heart,
The link which holds the spirit of my soul,
The bond which stirs the beating of my heart,
The food which feeds the hunger of my mind,
The breath which animates this form of mortal flesh...
Passion...
Desire...
Love...
Does not lose its luster for being buried in the dark,
Its beauty survives like the bright shining heart of a star,
Or a deep breath...
Filling the lungs with life giving air,
The rise of the chest as the heart beats within your breast,
The channel of love flowing like a drug through your blood...
Know this then,
That you are not just a visitor to my heart, to touch and blow away on the whimsy of the wind,
Or fade away as time marches on,
Know that my heart is home and hearth, within which you will live for an eternity,
For your presence assails me, voice warm and sensuously soft; an arousing brush of seduction,
Each syllable of each word you utter, a silken wave of desire wrapping my body in bliss,
Palpitating my heart with the silent whisper of your soul,
Stroking my passion with the exquisitely divine caress of your spirit,
Love flowering in all its voluptuous glory; unfolding to gift me the candy sweet touch of your lips,
Eyes a wondrous beacon of delight within which lies the sultry promise of your touch,
A touch which lies wedded behind the soporific veil of dreams, yet married in the living heat of our flesh,
Body to body...
Our passion a roseate glow dimming the light of the day, and brightening the blue-grey darkness of the night,
Passion of a deep and profound wonder which transforms as it cherish,
Laced with the unshakable foundation of our affections, carrying as it does the budding seeds of desire,
The kindled fire of passion causing a surge of warmth to blossoming within the heart...
Where the ship called devotion sets sail into the clear blue ocean of the sky,
An aquamarine jewel which sparkles and glows, spanning the breadth of my unspoken dreams,
Cerulean depths mirroring the breath of my desire,
Formless vapours; the clouds coalescing before the windblown passion of my heart,
Moved by the turning axis of the earth, fed by the starlight glimmer of your smile,
The moonlit wonder of your soul...
It moves me,
The glowing spirit of your touch,
It soothes me...
The void between the stars resounds to the rhythm of your name,
Driven by celestial winds, it echoes like the sweet taste of sunshine within my soul,
Of comfort....
Shaped clouds of bliss, like the wings of an angel come to lift me into an eternal realm of enchantment,
Where the golden aura of the sun, is a sheer gown of light which clothes the beauty of your flesh,
And the argent gleam of the moonlight flows like silvered strands of silk from midst the shadows of your hair,
Where dreams are more than wishes, and hope lies in the succulent touch of your lips,
And where the river of my obsession, comes to rest within the welcoming embrace of your arms...
LIKE dappled sunshine streaming through the windows of the soul,
A stream of light pure as the winds of time,glittering like a thousand stars cast shimmering in the dark silence of the night... The night giving form to the insubstantial vapours of hope; a bed of yearning anticipation enveloping one close in the midnight awakenings of dreams...
Dreams like a river of deep enchantment flowing through the mind,
A river of sensuous pleasures blanketing the heart,
Rising like mist off the waters of my hunger, to shroud the soul in the languid folds of temptation,
To travel the passionate currents of your desire...
A breath of air sweet as a kiss,
A kiss that caresses with an embracing and light touch, travelling the charted course of the spirit,
A flaming brand of starlight, lodging like an incandescent ball deep within the heart...
Embraced in the satiny folds of sleep...
A streaming billow of clouds strung like canvas sails across the blue vault of the heavens,
Or the gossamer dreams of stars made manifest in the golden light of the day,
Wherein you'll find that the repository of my soul,
Lies within the sanctity of your heart...
Richard ‘Poetikz’ Burton
01/04/2011
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