tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38362177478033626592024-03-05T02:31:09.782-08:00MatsumotoLe lunatique esthétique de l'Épiphanie (The Whimsical Aesthetics of Epiphany)Matsumotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14403432904332728255noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836217747803362659.post-91231026490637922312018-04-19T16:30:00.000-07:002018-04-19T16:34:45.907-07:00The Same Lovely Second<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><br />Matsumotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14403432904332728255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836217747803362659.post-83321225275838525682017-08-18T19:39:00.000-07:002017-08-18T19:39:07.676-07:00Spark<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGydDjGZpRmmglSRaYuqcTQ2NoevbxotTmEQjdMH-9lZLcoUgLofad9n5j55rtt1D8gi0hC0lhGPzhd8fnrH9eQBDKz2HHBTZlQsEHSERE2Kd8SXV0U2IXhWzsyA33gR3UAyiIoUvn8-F/s1600/Paolo+Sebastian.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGydDjGZpRmmglSRaYuqcTQ2NoevbxotTmEQjdMH-9lZLcoUgLofad9n5j55rtt1D8gi0hC0lhGPzhd8fnrH9eQBDKz2HHBTZlQsEHSERE2Kd8SXV0U2IXhWzsyA33gR3UAyiIoUvn8-F/s320/Paolo+Sebastian.jpg" width="247" height="320" data-original-width="564" data-original-height="730" /></a></div>
You were the flaming stars, <br>
madly incandescent and unearthly under my skin, <br><br>
that sunk keenly between the rhythm of our nervous pulse, <br>
too sensitive to the pull of orbits of distant moons, <br>
and ardent newborn galaxies, <br><br>
that spirited cello sonatas into the ether <br>
and whisked them into my every imagination,<br><br>
that awaited until I learned you, and learned how you wore<br>
your sparkling soul in me<br><br><br>
(image source: Paolo Sebastian)Matsumotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14403432904332728255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836217747803362659.post-75417280920289238652016-12-25T11:09:00.000-08:002016-12-25T11:09:31.363-08:00I Want to Know<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjitbBJMInRsB60yRhMy3VIMZcA3jHN4R_35m0zELOeq_cwBKYZ0lWjlDaZU2ZxeCDHwjrV_4Bh_JtmE2ziHC5McliEnPLDqcVRDx1cXj7usM5qdfMRAb_0GD6-ZPqOXUKi0Fv5PJERnvdE/s1600/13256486_10209663562928756_7217475896823830606_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjitbBJMInRsB60yRhMy3VIMZcA3jHN4R_35m0zELOeq_cwBKYZ0lWjlDaZU2ZxeCDHwjrV_4Bh_JtmE2ziHC5McliEnPLDqcVRDx1cXj7usM5qdfMRAb_0GD6-ZPqOXUKi0Fv5PJERnvdE/s320/13256486_10209663562928756_7217475896823830606_n.jpg" width="320" height="199" /></a><br>
I want to watch the sun go down and sizzle upon your horizon<br>
I want to dance with the evening star rising with its peals of laughter<br>
I want to taste my fate upon your skin and<br>
touch the face of God as you inhaled me away to a distant planet<br>
I want to stand witness as you breathed life into the moonlight,<br>
and let me come undone and release a universe for you<br>
as you have for me<br>
I want to know you deeply, as deeply as dulcet dreams,<br>
as deeply as Light into the cracks of my darkest hour<br>
I want to understand how the bruised reed withstood<br>
the honest rain<br><br>
I promise you this, darling,<br>
If the world would turn to chaos,<br>
outvote us seven billion to two,<br>
know, before our bodies are laid to rest,<br>
before our bones have turned to dust,<br>
we will have lived as we have loved,<br>
where you, this perfect soul before me,<br>
will live forever within me<br>
as I within you<br>
where the smallest details of our story<br>
would tell of Great Love<br>
scored indelibly upon our hearts<br><br><br>
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Matsumotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14403432904332728255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836217747803362659.post-36202485058331869542016-09-01T17:11:00.000-07:002016-09-01T17:11:45.174-07:00The Truest Breath
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I feel your words in your palm<br>
a palm cradling a world that<br>
glitters with promise<br>
and where motionless lips beg me to listen,<br>
and understand the whispers<br>
of your voice in your arms, your languid legs,<br>
the laughter of wild animals trapped in your ribcage, <br>
where kindness radiated from the belly of our Central Star<br>
and where wisdom from your bones vibrated into mine.<br><br>
And thus began the Great Story.<br>
Open your orchid mouth and from<br>
your orchard I shall taste the sweetest<br>
fruits of the spirit,<br>
a spirit born from a joyful tempest.<br><br>
Most run from storms, but<br>
you are the storm I must chase.<br><br>
From a cold clear sky I fell<br>
and plunged into the deepest briny sea,<br>
I became lost in you, so lost I knew<br>
I was being found.<br>
I am sick with a longing for you that <br>
both frightens and excites,<br>
our souls so close, yet bodies so far.<br>
Know that your soul is a flavor I cannot forget.<br>
Will you remember me and our intimacy of stars<br>
rising in perfect light?<br><br>
Forgive my salt and bones<br>
and if you are patient<br>
I will surprise.<br>
You will always be my most lucid dream<br>
and only with you have I drawn the truest <br>
breath.<br><br><br>
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My Dearest Love, <br>
At last<br>
I have contacted The Other Side.<br>
It is really pretty fantastical.<br>
As lovely as we imagined.<br>
No need to pack...won't need any of that stuff.<br>
Grab my hand.<br>
Hop aboard.<br>
Let's go.<br><br><br>
(photo by: Roberto Fernando)Matsumotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14403432904332728255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836217747803362659.post-72035318670523272852015-09-01T14:00:00.004-07:002015-09-01T14:00:51.207-07:00Speed The Soul Electric<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My Dearest Love,<br><br>
Do not pull me from the wreckage<br>
yet<br>
Let me close my eyes and see<br>
your lovely liquid lines<br>
everywhere and nowhere<br>
before I sleep in your arms where<br>
I will find the perfect moment<br>
you came into focus.<br><br>
Such is the nature of our secret:<br>
Do not bury me between sheets<br>
of waxed paper in a book.<br>
I have too many miles before I sleep<br>
in your arms <br>
where I will listen to the dreams of lambs<br>
soothe and quicken my pulse and<br>
across ten thousand universes I will<br>
Always recognize that pulse that is You.<br><br>
Speed the soul electric:<br>
And with our kiss you will consume my prayer deep<br>
within your mouth and<br>
I will taste your poetry of earthquakes<br>
cracking my chest open and exposing<br>
my reluctant heart to itself.<br>
You stared beyond my lips and tasted revolution<br>
(and realized you had been starving)<br>
and you knew from every bursted cell in your being<br>
you could no longer flee the God who Knows.<br><br>
Speed the soul electric:<br>
In the History of the World<br>
it was said our love<br>
had started the revolution<br>
that would save the world,<br>
a world which discovered<br>
this love without measure,<br>
and the heart of this soul<br>
which beats alone for you.<br><br><br><br>
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My Dearest Love,<br><br>
If all the world's sweetest music that had been released<br>
into the aether had returned<br>
the earth would slow upon its axis<br>
and ready itself to spin it a different direction<br>
and I will have fully witnessed how you became<br>
the poetry that refreshed my most parched soul<br><br>
Still I thirst to be written by your hand,<br>
my soul given its details, its brilliance,<br>
stroke by stroke, mad laughter spilling its intimacy,<br>
the intimacy stars will share with darkness,<br>
and darkness will share with morning sunlight<br><br>
I wish I could show you the frightening beauty within you,<br>
the crackling storms rising over innocent hillsides,<br>
cracking open my ribcage, releasing the rolling<br>
symphonic murmurations to the heavens<br>
as you reached in and lit the lanterns next to my spine<br>
and nestled your heart next to mine<br>
and shivered our world awake.<br><br>
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Before Time there was You.<br>
At the beginning of Time there was I.<br>
For all Time We loved.<br><br>
I forget the rest.<br><br>
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<i>"Au milieu de l'hiver, j'ai découvert en moi un invincible été."<BR>
("In the depths of winter, I discovered there was in me an invincible summer")</i><BR>
-Albert Camus<BR><BR>
You moved in me<BR><BR>
at first as one cell in my heart that vibrated<BR>
to a distant tuning fork an infinity away<BR>
then as my heart whole gave way as a symphony<BR>
eternal,<BR>
as waves upon the waiting shore,<BR>
you sang within me<BR><BR>
We inhaled the secret language of angels<BR>
and leapt from the edge of the world<BR>
into the spinning darkness<BR>
clutching tightly to each other<BR>
knowing we were the wings that<BR>
would never land <BR><BR>
We embraced with human arms made of light<BR>
and became the torch<BR>
that set fire to the stars<BR>
and gave greatness to the skies<BR><BR>
Darlin',<BR>
you and I,<BR>
we always both knew<BR>
we were never a random<BR>
fate<BR><BR>
Copyright © 2012 Paul Matsumoto. All Rights Reserved<BR>
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I tossed my dreams high<br>
into the air<br>
to see where they would land<br>
and<br>
instead<br>
they flew higher<br>
as if <br>
attached<br>
to hundreds of<br>
brightly colored kites<br>
losing all sense<br>
of gravity <br><br>
and <br>
reaching Heaven,<br>
the astonishing light<br>
of your soul <br>
opened <br>
a strangely familiar flower<br>
of uncorruptible beauty<br>
that you placed<br>
in my hand <br>
that<br>
healed all the<br>
long <br>
forgotten wounds<br>
and forever <br>
held the world together<br><br>
And when I returned,<br>
eyes sparked awake,<br>
I would feel the familiar <br>
reassurance<br>
of the field beneath me,<br>
the winsome sun burning across<br>
its deepest pure skies<br>
and your hand locked<br>
forever<br>
in mine.<br><br>
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<br><br>
In everyone's sky <br>
is <br>
one <br>
elegant <br>
star <br> <br>
the star <br>
that slightly <br>
escaped <br>
the passing glance <br>
but whose soul was <br>
always <br>
remembered <br> <br>
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Do you know that place between <br>
being awake and asleep <br>
where you still remember dreaming? <br>
That's where we can always find <br>
each other <br>
and our love <br>
waiting <br><br>
What if I were to tell you <br>
in one impossible fleeting moment <br>
in our embrace <br>
I knew your life complete <br>
as you would mine? <br>
Every thought <br>
every memory <br>
every pain <br>
every joy <br>
every failure <br>
every triumph <br>
while the world <br>
went quiet around us <br>
silent <br>
as we were flung <br>
fearless <br>
to the far end of <br>
a timeless <br>
universe <br><br>
Perhaps I will never fully understand <br>
the physics of love <br>
Only that <br>
Love will always be <br>
you and me <br>
together <br>
times <br>
the speed of light <br>
squared <br><br>
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I want to be with her <br>
who knows secret things <br>
secrets that hang precariously like drops <br>
of honey from her lips <br>
falling through space and <br>
ringing like tiny bells that only <br>
she <br>
can <br>
hear <br> <br> <br>
I want to be with her <br>
who splits the sea breezes <br>
with excited horses <br>
and waves lapping the soothed sand <br>
as <br>
I savor the saltwater <br>
off her skin <br>
inch <br>
by <br>
inch <br> <br> <br>
I want to be with her <br>
as the universe awakens <br>
electric <br>
where you are the first morning <br>
and nothing in the world <br>
is <br>
usual <br>
today <br> <br> <br>
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<br><br>
They may promise you kisses blown across a room<br>
I shall be the winds blown into your sails<br>
They may promise you a house<br>
upon a quiet expanse of land<br>
I shall be the fire comforting your home<br>
and the rains that water your garden<br>
They may promise you the Queen's finest jewelry<br>
I shall give you the starry heaven's brilliance<br>
They may promise your name upon a yacht of luxury<br><br>
Walk with me and I shall give you the journey<br><br>
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<em>
"Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones,
as the wind douses a candle and kindles a bonfire."</em><br>
- Francois VI Duc de La Rochefoucauld
<br><br><br>
I have found you, sweet girl<br>
we must get lost<br>
among the starry celestial fires where<br>
you'll remember me<br>
as the morning stars sing together<br>
and the ocean waves bring us home
<br><br><br>
Ours was an army of angels<br>
and all-not-yet-invented<br>
where love bleeds its deepest red<br>
with its tenderest mercies<br>
and whispers heroic moonsilver<br>
brilliant over our bodies<br>
fierce with inhaled intent<br>
and blissed panic.
<br><br><br>
It is us who moves the world<br>
and us who will pull it through<br>
not one heartbeat will we forget<br>
with every measure of grace<br>
we will escape into life<br>
before our most brightest star forever<br>
expires.
<br><br><br>
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All Rights Reserved<br /><a href=http://1024x.net/35/-/White_Horses_Running/>Image Source</a><br>Matsumotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14403432904332728255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836217747803362659.post-29246777867601541142010-12-11T16:52:00.000-08:002010-12-11T16:53:05.144-08:00My Bucket List<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMVieX8PnGvEcqbuu4XXiWwvxh4Hr4TU6PbPT-E_GhUcOOPCgYJVEEmc3YVZ-HykpKX50fSwmt8IDziTQ4fsaM9RdVl4vl-KxlE1MjOSP7Ao3G7jJAxKUjBTq9CXVaiYp6IxrKJ2refFfa/s1600/heartbeat.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMVieX8PnGvEcqbuu4XXiWwvxh4Hr4TU6PbPT-E_GhUcOOPCgYJVEEmc3YVZ-HykpKX50fSwmt8IDziTQ4fsaM9RdVl4vl-KxlE1MjOSP7Ao3G7jJAxKUjBTq9CXVaiYp6IxrKJ2refFfa/s320/heartbeat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549591133043832914" /></a><br /><br />1. You (only you).<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Copyright (c) 2010 Paul Matsumoto. All Rights Reserved<br /><a href="http://blogs.rediff.com/daysofourlife/2007/04/30/true-love/">Image Source</a><br>Matsumotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14403432904332728255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836217747803362659.post-46918982134155772452010-09-25T18:12:00.001-07:002010-09-29T18:56:02.904-07:00The Moments Between<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcFKQ14dTjUzEhx5A-7hwGpUiNIQMttPD3RpjWWxstv4uS1TlbPQ42IedaQ557aFJDf8OlsOdBI4yHjoWAzjzUSSHk0frdhQVUbjLwuf12JgT-h5v0n-BdCK1OSAX9I0zey3gFYMFGaMN1/s1600/l'abbraccio++okGK.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcFKQ14dTjUzEhx5A-7hwGpUiNIQMttPD3RpjWWxstv4uS1TlbPQ42IedaQ557aFJDf8OlsOdBI4yHjoWAzjzUSSHk0frdhQVUbjLwuf12JgT-h5v0n-BdCK1OSAX9I0zey3gFYMFGaMN1/s320/l'abbraccio++okGK.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521023533061946226" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">" The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek. "<br /> -Joseph Campbell</span><br /><br /><br /><br />My Dearest Love,<br /><br />I cannot lie.<br />I've raced through my life<br />as I've had through a novel,<br />anxious for its sweet ending.<br />Mad sprints through the tall<br />grasses,<br />heaving lungs, arms<br />thrusted<br />through the thinned atmosphere<br />to touch the light of sacred<br />stars<br />in the indigo night.<br />This is how I breathed you.<br /><br />I've traced your face in the<br />air with my fingers<br />across knowing<br />fields<br />and waking mountains,<br />felt it real as the<br />scripture of trees,<br />the living water<br />and the days of March<br />you wore in your eyes.<br />This is how I lived you.<br /><br />Yet, what we know,<br />what <span style="font-style:italic;">we know</span> the world does not,<br />is not the brilliance of<br />dreams<br />in distant universes.<br />The freedom we seek,<br />the love we've found,<br />is in <span style="font-style:italic;">uncovering<br />the infinite beauty<br />that lies<br />in the moments<br />between the seconds<br />of our life.</span><br /><br />This is how we love.<br /><br /><br />Copyright (c) 2010 Paul Matsumoto. All Rights Reserved<br /><a href="http://www.karincomunian.it/stile%20G%20nuovi%20lavori%20inglese.htm">Image Source</a><br>Matsumotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14403432904332728255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836217747803362659.post-88897832478221678222010-07-03T20:16:00.000-07:002010-07-04T05:23:40.882-07:00We Stilled The Hours<a target='_blank' title='ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting' href='http://img43.imageshack.us/i/labelledamesansmercic18.jpg/'><img src='http://img43.imageshack.us/img43/6167/labelledamesansmercic18.jpg' border='0' width="320"/></a><br /><br /> <a target='_blank' href='http://imageshack.us'></a><br /><br />I want to tell you my stories<br />whispered secret into your ear,<br />and feel your struggling lips go soft<br />with our conspiracy.<br /><br />I want our eyes to<br />dance past the cynics<br />(who have bet their forgotten<br />innocence against us),<br />and peer beyond this anxious world of<br />toothless fear<br />and swallow deeply<br />outward<br />all<br />space<br />completely until<br /><br />we feel<br />our lungs rise as the tides<br />and its singular pull<br />with the heroic moonlight<br />throbbing in my heart<br /><br />as we found home<br /><br />and stilled<br />the hours.<br /><br /><br /><br />Copyright (c) 2010 Paul Matsumoto. All Rights Reserved<br /><a href="http://store.vangoghgallery.com/showprint.aspx?pid=28286 ">Photo Source</a><br>Matsumotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14403432904332728255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836217747803362659.post-130613921545393532010-05-29T12:03:00.001-07:002017-12-06T22:23:00.217-08:00Resuscitation<br />
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<br />
I fell from the sky<br />
hard<br />
<br />
Mouth to mouth,<br />
you kissed my mouth open.<br />
<br />
Life screamed back<br />
into my lungs,<br />
through my vessels<br />
from within my heart.<br />
<br />
My eyes opened<br />
to no one there<br />
Who were you?<br />
Where did you go?<br />
The unseen hand<br />
laughed openly<br />
with what twist of plot?<br />
<br />
Am I coming home<br />
to a place I've<br />
never been?<br />
Were your comforting words<br />
during our trips<br />
to the sun<br />
dreamed into a unsung<br />
mind?<br />
<br />
I will fly again.<br />
<br />
I will fly<br />
as the match head<br />
struck alit<br />
starved for oxygen.<br />
searching madly.<br />
to find this tender soul<br />
who came back to me<br />
under the fragile sky.<br />
<br />
And should my wax<br />
wings melt<br />
before<br />
our arms shall wrap<br />
our spirits again,<br />
pray that I<br />
may quickly unclutch<br />
to the<br />
unforgiving<br />
winds<br />
the<br />
scribbled note:<br />
<br />
"In case of<br />
Emergency,<br />
please<br />
do<br />
<br />
not<br />
resuscitate".<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
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<br />
In the stillest moment of the evening<br />
you fire through the aether and<br />
the rush of chaotic atmosphere<br />
and slide through a crack in my perimeter,<br />
past the guards and monsters,<br />
and with silent feet<br />
slip under my skin,<br />
swim up the currents of<br />
my capillaries and vessels,<br />
climb up the trees and<br />
up the furthest branches<br />
to where you will rest.<br />
<br />
And in the morning<br />
I will awaken<br />
to the cathedral bells outside<br />
and with you<br />
in my heart.Matsumotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14403432904332728255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836217747803362659.post-23908701926016757042009-09-19T18:59:00.000-07:002017-12-06T22:15:50.935-08:00I See You In Colors<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
I am pretending you did not exist.<br />
Ink nightly washes black<br />
over my consciousness<br />
and abandons me as morning seaweed<br />
upon a foreign beach.<br />
<br />
I am pretending we were simply<br />
the sparkling imagination of some higher being,<br />
our life together set below a singular epic sky<br />
unrepeated<br />
in future histories.<br />
<br />
I am pretending I cannot taste you<br />
each day as I do the sea air in my breath<br />
when I am running,<br />
my heart tied upon one foot, <br />
ancient melancholy tied upon the other,<br />
anxiously racing, <br />
madly racing through lifetimes,<br />
to find our brightened souls.<br />
<br />
I see you in colors that don't exist.<br />
<br />
It is all that I see clearly.<br />
and why I run.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Copyright (c) 2009 Paul Matsumoto. All Rights Reserved.<br />
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<br />
I lingered silent over the geography<br />
of your spirit,<br />
and inhaled its saffron valleys,<br />
sunlit with lissome lilies,<br />
as I drunk deep from its coaxing wells<br />
of cool electricity.<br />
<br />
I have tasted the Spring's first blooms<br />
in your glance and wondered<br />
of the half life of our words<br />
and the extraordinary struggle<br />
of their anxious disorder.<br />
<br />
I stopped cold with your slight<br />
"hey mister" and all I could think was<br />
of the fate of crowned angels<br />
in the silvered milky way<br />
watching over,<br />
washing over<br />
my desire to be lured<br />
and unraveled<br />
and...<br />
did you really call me<br />
"mister"?<br />
<br />
We shall run away far from all<br />
that is familiar,<br />
toothy fear and excitement our fuel,<br />
until the burdened chatter of others<br />
becomes inaudible,<br />
until all that is unspeakable<br />
is spoken,<br />
and our voices,<br />
clear and charmed in its<br />
undressed debut,<br />
sings.<br />
<br />
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