My world is in its own fruition. I must tend to the trees bearing
the crops of intention and water the fragile children - - the visions asking
for shelter - - oh never mind! It is relatively futile to talk about creativity.
In order for the most sumptuous of blossoms to perfume,
To recapture a bouquet
of delight
the unsurpassable delicacy of
BEAUTY
which is awakening,
and maturing,
must grow a flexible spine,
And from the vertebrae of belonging,
in our garden of flawed and weeping humans,
Potential buds will inexorably
pollinate and nourish
the elixir
of irresistible nectar
which still is not yet lost.
Kiss me
and
Kiss one another.
All is then not lost.
It isn't a failing for thinking that things matter so - -
As if
there was a time limit to sharing
As if
the loneliness of the world,
or of individuals
could be a shared marriage
within bridges of an electronic mail feature - -
You are not meant
to be my E-mail bride.
I have greater plans
for your deflowering.
In truth,
in reflections within one other,
There remains undaunted
the most haunting, exquisite honey
within our human garden
and all the buzzings, all the distractions of false beingness
cannot ever prevent
the stronger,
most intoxicated-with-Spirit
blossoms
from showering their radiance
upon one another even within
this pitch black void of despair,
Where,
Skillfully employing beauty
as the sharpest piercing needle,
to thread the pungent keyhole of
your utter loneliness
and my emptiness
Unashamed,
Fully
wholly,
unapologetically
unified in rapture,
Our affectionate adoration
Can
never
become
extinguished.
(Copyright 2004 by Darius Gottlieb. No reproduction without express permission from the author)
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