challenge the serious waves,
the lush programming,
the dappled grammar.
we flow with hearts of magmatic grace,
bloodletting the hours
that crowd amongst us
in the trees where we are subtle.
& i am touched by your enamour.
so flow through me
so that i can know you divinely.
& in the bluish temple of your eyes
i find peace.
like the natural way
that the forests move their trembling leaves
in time with speech.
i wish the water of your body
to pass onward inside me
as the river of your voice vibrates
inside every cell of my becoming.
their is pearl waiting for you
in the pink saphire autumn of our love.
& in a breathless knowing i have found you... |
Submission Name: the pink saphire autumn 
