The Truth of Desire

She is art made flesh and blood

Her face shines upon the walls of memory

Steel eyes that glint as if stabbed through with sunlight

My insides clench and tumble in a free fall

Through atmospheres of awe

Every fleeting moment stolen is a glorious silence in the chaos

Suspended beyond a dream underneath an open sky

A floating sensation in the vastness

My heartbeat begins and ends in her eyes

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About bgm1969

This blog is updated by a guy who’s overweight, silly, Liberal, spiritual rather than religious, infatuated with beauty and grace, musically blessed, and always changing.

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