There is music in all forms of Creation, from sun beam to moon ray.
Even the raindrops speak with rhythm.
But none compare to the song of your smile.
♥
(fathom 9)
I am a writer; I cannot afford to forget.
But I don’t have to dwell in this place of repute with you.
I give thanks for the quiet moments of bliss on nights like this;
I give thanks for tea time chats, and the smell of your lavender
bathing my skin.
These are the treasures of We I lock away in secret places, so that when my heart
is heavy laden with sorrow—I return to our forever place,
and Remember.
(fathom 9)
There are dimensions of intimacy I have shared with sacred souls, and such gestures were not appreciated…
There are souls who sought to share the sanctity of themselves with me, but I was too afraid, and fear became my companion.
And now, all we share are the ghostly echos of ‘could-have-beens’, revisited on chilled eves, masked in the melody of sad songs…
(fathom 9)
Your treble clef-shaped back line was my road to Damascus:
but my conversion was seen by the closed mind as perversion,
and in your temple I Am Wisdom’s Willful Whore;
shackled upon the tabernacle, stretched between glistening ebony pillars
which lead to Sacred Gardens of pleasures galore…
(fathom 9—freestyle)
A thousand tears for a thousand years equal just one breath in this life…
And yet, having endured its maelstrom, am I a better man?
I love from a bottomless reservoir, and as such…I suffer.
But, if suffering is the mandate for knowing your Smile…then—the wage shall paid be, tenfold.
♥
kisses from your lips could be no sweeter, lest dipped in the purest honey…and
I’d suck them still-achingly, hungrily, like eager babe upon its mother’s bosom seeking the day’s nourishment;
Your taste supersedes delicious: Love, you are the sweet Forbidden…nectar of the Night…and I must have more…
Mmmmmmmm….
Fear not, for this is but a sanctuary that embraces free thought-while and IF it is still legal to Think Freely--to Express One's Self...Freely. I am but an Emissary-a conduit conveying the intimate sentiments of the Infinite. 
