I remember the first time I saw your tiger eyes,
it was a December night with light snow.
There was chamomile tea;
instrumental music on the sound system.
Books all around. Such a homey picture.
And then I saw you, your eyes took me
to nebulai expanding, new planets coalescing
being terra-formed, amoebas sparking
and dividing somewhere. In my heart
unexpectedly there was dimensional portal that took us to quarks
building new solar systems; a new universe, a new reality
that I have never slipped from; my discorporate soul
orbiting around you. I remember your arms,
that first touch set a nebulae in my loins,
one that keeps reaching out to you
to merge; my hands through the years
keep reaching out to your hands,
even when the distance is now too great. Your touch
sets exploding super novas behind my eyes; a well
of stabilizing gravity within my heart, and in your presence
I coalesce from dark matter to solid. You
are my Higg's Boson and I keep searching for you
since then. Will keep searching for you. My heart
stays optimistic; you see
it never slipped.
Ariel
Nov 2, 2013
it was a December night with light snow.
There was chamomile tea;
instrumental music on the sound system.
Books all around. Such a homey picture.
And then I saw you, your eyes took me
to nebulai expanding, new planets coalescing
being terra-formed, amoebas sparking
and dividing somewhere. In my heart
unexpectedly there was dimensional portal that took us to quarks
building new solar systems; a new universe, a new reality
that I have never slipped from; my discorporate soul
orbiting around you. I remember your arms,
that first touch set a nebulae in my loins,
one that keeps reaching out to you
to merge; my hands through the years
keep reaching out to your hands,
even when the distance is now too great. Your touch
sets exploding super novas behind my eyes; a well
of stabilizing gravity within my heart, and in your presence
I coalesce from dark matter to solid. You
are my Higg's Boson and I keep searching for you
since then. Will keep searching for you. My heart
stays optimistic; you see
it never slipped.
Ariel
Nov 2, 2013
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