Inner Realm
-Love amorous-
As night brings rest
do I seek repose on thy being,
Upon the cover of thy self,
With warm increasing sense,
Like amorous birds of love
Thou wilt cover me in warm embrace,
And in silent sensation wilt thou fall
onto my breast like foliage.
With kisses rain thou wilt be out of thyself and like rain thou wilt tumble into my being.
I wilt not leave thee as self sunder
and thou wilt inhale me inside thy chest.
Like a cell of my self wilt thou reign my second self.
With time thou wilt grow like the mother of mankind,
And in thy womb wilt I paint a better humankind.
Love amorous wilt grow creating space to platonic room,
Vast universe wilt be our pleasure house.
Soul onto soul and no-soul wilt be our final abode.
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