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Insurmountable, countless nights in the wake of distraught days. How time heals the heart in so many ways. The visceral moments of regard and compulsion, Procreate vivid desires of wanton convulsion. Vengeance and vindication is our play of false elan. Out of these times of woe springs forth a quixotic span. Here now is a woman of our multitude’s accretion. Gawk and rivet your eyes upon her lesion. Let my eyes penetrate you through and through, Let me show you what I can do. From her heart, she opens up the lurid expanse of what lies within. The flooding of the senses is making my head start to spin. Beauty unsurpassed is the only description that can be had. When her eyes fall from mine, all I can feel is sad. Deprived of the oxygen that is her presence, I fall within myself and extract every once of her essence. Rivulets of hair cascade from her crown down her face. The lines of redemption trace that sacred place. Goldenrod hair that shrouds eyes of the deepest blue, The depths of the oceans cannot compete with that hue. Her lips are two lush, blushing petals of the sweetest accord. The expansive sound of her voice is one that you can not afford. Bottle her up within a glass jar and save her for a rainy day. But know this, drink of her and you will never consume in any other way. Her smile is a rainbow transposed in various shades. Like that of the Cheshire cat, her smile never fades. Twilight on the morning’s breeze is her face through eternity, Fecundity is the fuel of her eternal maternity. That bust of Venus is set upon a sensuous clavicle: The home, the holy tabernacle. The brightest jewel is set in behind the sternum below. Open her up and see what she can bestow. The fire of life is pumped through those veins. Sanity is the concept in which she reins. Beauty unsurpassed in the ways of our Earthly terrain. Her breath, in our lives, is not but a refrain. Her heart pounds out the rhythm of reason, To defile those eyes would be an act of treason. This unholy act of derision, Evokes, within her, an unwanted vision. With an open palm of a daisy hand: An open expanse of desert consumed with sand, Holds an oasis stocked with the sweetest fruit. Her eyes penetrate and hold me mute. In the morning’s early mist, She does rise and clench life with her fist. She caresses my face with that daisy hand, And I feel relaxation to the point that I cannot stand. I collapse into the abyss of her eyes and feel nothing but relief. She permeates every pore of my being beyond belief. Externally, paralysis and blindness is all that I can sense through me. Internally, I feel the fire of life course through me. Distraught days slain by ethereal dreams, Nothing in this realm is as it seems. Time is but a stitch in our reality, With her I am no longer hounded by times impending finality. Open the doors of the open, yet closed, mind of the shadow within, And exert the inertia of childhood without sin. She is the key to unlock every door in my heart. She is my ending, and she is my start. |