Gather strands of sable into my hands

And claret of the noble on my sour lips

Bare my chest to taste colors of affection

Shed no tears in the womb of a pantheon 

Still, I catch the whisperings so solemn

Like the muttering of a possessed child

Besprinkling remains at places of haven

A ghost of defiance anchoring the mind

You shaved to scalp and burnt them on pyres

Bleeding your whole essences into those rites

From fragile veins down the lungs of tomorrow

Reciting the books as unsheathed verses bestow

Upon the body of a warrior amidst broken pages

Destiny and deliverance in a sepulcher of voices

Cease sorrowing, my love

Douse your flaming

Quiet your wailing

Ease your raging

Be calm with me

For as the soft rays caress your cheeks

Waking you from slumbering streams

My desperate ardor, a present succor

To kiss the pining off your forehead

I stand ever watchful and unsleeping

The brotherhood of arms at your behest

Yet, if this perforated core should fail me still

My voice beckoning moans only in divine dreams

Clearing the shadows distancing my soothing reach

That I may hush fevered cries with lilting comfort

To drain arctic pools overflowing angsty mints

I will pen ambient paeans for you

Lay burdens of spirit upon the priestess

Goddess speckled scarlet into my fortress

When the sun sets ever so slowly

And the seasons pass too swiftly

As the earth rolls onward steadily

Yesteryears drowning your calling

Capturing the ribbons of yearning

Dimming the ebullience of longing

When words within sight become blurred lines

And thought is with grief aligned

When hours pour into your skin like glass grains

Filtering through your toenails

When chants seal mouth with threads of silence

Embroidering counsels in braille

When invocations confers the gifts of desire

And incantations possess the wings of passion

When you find us in the dauntless

And spy me in the humble ones

Accept your peculiarities fully

For we were, are, to be surely

Remember, tumble into me

Know I am nearest as on that Wintery morn

When I beheld a mirabilia of remembrance

An apparition above the landscape of white

As the boon of beauty led my ardent quest

Your endearing fragrance tumbling into me

Burgundy boots with child-like excitements

Gamboling with glee into fluffy snow heaps

Seducing giggles that stole my breath away

Such devotion that flooded me with awe

Speaking no barriers, scripting no limits

Giving everything for the impossibilities

Adventurer with powers in your pores

And as the clock ticks by and spaces gently fade

Your air will not be stolen nor die the strain of sounds

Your creative views in vibrancy vast and wildly alive

Brighter than any precious stone I have ever known

The sun to paint you visions, clouds to glance delights

The moon to polish your lashes with tones of the winds

Safekeeping the memories of all the treasured days

Wondrous imaginations, beautiful and ever young

Remember, when platinum bends to neat

And sterling melts at the stroke of heat

As sparkling metals take new forms

And age molds your body timeless

Read farther than the flesh

Reach beyond the horizon

Do tumble into me

Fixedly and devotedly, I will adore your different shells

Striving on behind you, beside you, and ahead of you

Paving the straight, rough, and narrow that you tread

Through Continents, Islands, and places of wonders

As the world's proud Empires pass on into history

As my hair salt silver and your heart glows golden

And raindrops from the heavens turn to tongues

They will never be sufficient to profess my love

For one charmed with me past the boundless

No relative measures will be long enough

To sail the mad scales of life with you

But let us start with endlessly

I Totally Always Love You

I spewed their putrid hatred 

Onto their faces

Inked with malicious abhorrence

I romanced their wounds 

With sharp edges

Impaled in vicious tricks of vengeance

I, a drug, buried in their core

Their seeds like withering foes

I, a death, blew their embers

As ashes on whispering stones

Attended eyes and tendered ears, stay awhile within this Time. There is nothing altered above the skies, under the suns, or below the seas; it is simply their names and shapes that evolve. By this very luciferous understanding, the children of signs split into symbol - powerful impacts rippling to forge the molding of insights and sculpting of disciplines. For as the booming brass gongs will herald, an austere windstorm will wander in with frozen steels and molten flames to toll bells that won’t be out-rung; tune sounds that won’t be unseen; tread scenes that won’t be undone.

Alas The Spectacular Armageddon To Be:

As somnolent souls tranced on silent streets within the confines of a wrong world, Guardians who swore with the Brotherhood and the Brave in the presence of honour charged across the centuries with doom of death churning in their wake. Armed with armors older than their boldness and words thicker than blood as they journeyed over the Alps to offer reparation offerings to the Treasures of Humble Helpers. They raged against gluttonous hearts that yanked rations right from the roots with hands that knew better, for the sudden sufficiency of silver shillings. Coins that cut into their finger-bones as each shiny reflection captured the waxing watch of the Bright of the Night, hitting bullseye through a fog of fury which rolled along their terrains; hunting and haunting them. The grace of the grave grieved indeed as they peeled virulent vines off their faces until the vinegar of rotting remorse spilled down their lungs - their lamentations fell onto the deaf ears of dethroned demons who sermoned with muted mouths. For crowned Crones had foretold with a hundred hemlocks and Memento Mori messages of the Dawn of Dues - that will bathe those badlands with brimming ballistae and earth shattering formation under the phases of that lunation.

But before this dawn drew, days were when the wicked lofted garishly with masked Judahs and slack-jawed Jesters, their sneering smiles widening below swine eyes. They hailed revolving doors of disguised decay that clip-clapped with bare hands as they gorged on dreams, shunning that they are but a small cog in the machines of their own malevolent machinations. The rusts of rewards adhering to their skins with a stench they could not wash away nor wake from their paper thin beds until it vaporized skywards into an Opacus. It was these Cimmerian clouds that gathered a thundering of gravel and glass - in a lightning of wire and water into a harbinger halo which domed upon all that functioned in their homestead. It gathered; as their tongues frothed with mendacity and their lips drooled of hubris from mouthfuls of monstrosities. It gathered; as the combustible cloths of their iniquities piled high and hazardous. It gathered still; as the saccharine strips of satisfaction they chewed cheerily clamored to burrow into their rotting gums. The aching whipped without ease as they fell flat upon their fright faces with a chanting for relief to defrocked demagogues who sauntered to their sides with false remedies, until their sham succor tore the skins off their mediocre mercenaries and disheveled descendants, carving damned diagrams with the lives of the little lambs in their basement shrines of dudgeon and barren tabernacles of dishonour.

Then, did a tormenting tempest reign upon them—subtly leaking through their roofs, tapping steadily onto their hateful heads, as unfamiliar adversities noosed wreaths of wailing around their necks, as unfamiliar as the avarice that tugged their footprints into the darkness at the end of the tunnel of trials they couldn’t stand its truth. They struggled against the shackles of wandering wraiths that clung onto their consciences like cursed collars, twisting into the knotted cameos of exhumed effigies until the shallow ends of their nostrils clamped shut and the hollow sides of their eyelids bled inferno. Banishments blew their quavering breaths into sepulchral sigils branded onto caves not big or deep enough to swallow their malevolent missteps. The skies shouted strongly as crackling limbs struck trees that moved on their trunks to serve portioned punishments onto their tarred tongues - and there laced within was the lethal lime of absolute, brewed with pungent permanence: a permanent cleansing that salted those accursed grounds with their blood and harrowed their spirits with the very same pinpoints which nailed rows of tender teens as tapestries onto harrow halls. Through the crumbling cracks of those same walls - Their sounds slipped through an ill-will entrance. Their deeds drowned in the gallows of their turpitude. Their penances scattered upon the forgotten fields of silence.

Sunmoon Eclipsed To Monsoon Memories:

An embodiment of wishes bestowed blessings that found him in this lifetime too. Reverence romanced the precious worth that would wring the praises and pangs from rose gardens which shared a path with poppy fields. Plump pluckings lounged on porcelain platters as spilled essence of sweet oils saturated Alba and Albion roses with hues, mirroring the very sheen of the ones he crafted around his Odin ribs and named after her. Rising incense linked the blossom buds kissing as their silky opium stems swarm in vases of lure and light; illuminating the threshold which separated sanctuary and sacrifice. He tucked roses behind her ears and wrapped poppies around her wrists with eyes of great gratitude, their aquamarine depths roiling with violet waves clashing and chorusing - that which sought the dark but saw divine as their blinking exploded stars into her glowing greens. So honest with care and covenant; so held within the bonding solace springing into a Godspeed, for now, my Beloved: a serenata that blended itself with serenity, found in the art of miracles and nestled within the atoms of memories. She voiced her visions to surround him, capturing the longings to come and to be conquered, knowing he could never rewind the flushed garlands of her submission, nor refuse the girl in her smile, nor resist the goddess on his shadow as the warm veil of her mouth tucked him in firm to the hemmed hilt - as he lost himself fully within her primrose pathways - as minutes and motion struck hallowed hours to fate, freewill and fortitude with melodious magnanimity.

The eternal elixir she offered was the emblem of liquid love as powerful pelvic plunged through lips burning with lungfuls of fierce desires and Mine! strokes that revealed the potency of his passion and the grit of his glory, mind-bending the forcible that balanced the crucible of foresight. In this sphere, suns merged with moons to burn in conflagration upon the smiling stars. He cloaked her vessel with his valor as her head fell onto his surging shoulders, strumming to the seconds that placed her closer inside his chest to mime the bleeding beats of his heart, entwining them in the thorns of familiar. Verily, the pledge will pen eight straining verses with eight sterling words. Verily, the paraclete will strew comfort onto the cobbled lanes of headstones and along the formation of trees, as salutes sound their honoured effects into the heartstrings of the warriors’ widows.

His: as his souls cradled in her womb and his sum carolled in a watchful urn. His: as she moved on stepping-stones on winter morns with the music of memories through the decennial days. His: in the kindness of a humble heart and healing hands fragranced with hope. His: in the sadness and the sacredness of all that was-is-to be, breaking through the clouds of space and silence into the boundless beyond. His: dancing through the craquelure of treasured paintings with pigments and fragments, with few things and everything. His: as Rosetta runes drew fair lots with the sun rolling over the harbour on the horizon. His: in the aether of remembrance and matter of revival. His: coursing through the depths of crashing currents to cross those tumultuous tides. His: with the aegis and the sword charging on with courage. His: as passionate prospects esteemed the mantle of springing wishes. His: when “Mine” resounded through radiant realms of Elysian Fields. Hers: as splendor opened wide into the gathering embrace of Living Love.

Then Music Leapt Into A Love Paradise:

Moments plucked from a Paladin’s post-notes pinned to the archives of the past, like The Letters, for that is where the mighty steps of those forward feet take leading lines to the waiting waters. And there she stood, an audacious silhouette, with bruised knuckles choking pliant sea-shells she used to whistle an aria for the Ocean, as the ebb and flow of sand against sole communed intimately, until their pinching was but fleeting fancies. Charged emotions tumbled within a warrior heart blazoned with patience and perseverance; the powerful Twain that summoned them forth. Stepping out amidst lambent constellations: Oracles of Orphans, Words of Warriors, Miracles of Moments. Goodness in all Things. Greatness in the Oddities. In their hands; golden goblet and fathom feeding. On their trail; harmonic harpsichord aired the sirening of the Maidens of the Seven Seas as the Muses of Three and Nine opened the still smiling skies - to witness an armada of Amazons and an army of Valkyries conjured from her Bloodlines.

He listened, as the burning notes of sacred summons murmured ancient tunes into his ears. He heard, when the fusion hit him like tremors as his palms caught the turbulence that speared through his flesh. He answered, nuking all notions of languor till her whole essence awoke to a meritorious clan that loved with lips of storms and sunshine, sacrament and songs. These forces fed her the clues of hidden memories which she swallowed and settled into the crevices of calm: Phoenix psalms and prayer pearls; grimoire and girdle-gem; a lamp and a map; a sword and a scroll; heirlooms and heraldries; mettle and movement.

A transformative movement that keened her strong stance as seismic shockwaves converged into memoriter music which bolted across the deluge-drained distance, drawing breath and birth in its first blow, ripping rich soil from salt, fire from friction - marveling through telluric features as seeds strewn with meaningful measure renewed wakened earth to become alluring arrays of dancing blooms, even as sharp frost faded through the waving breeze from the beacon of a floating lighthouse. A sure collision with the blazing embers now flaring as dragon flames in her eyes - roaring into a rising.

It began - caressing as a lover’s leather lyrics, fluttering rivulets ran like wanton water to quench parched pleasures. Passion dripped from hair-locks now flowing wild and alive with abandon. Whooshing with rapidity that shot seductive spells from skull to spine and fingers to feet. Flashing visceral vibes of sublime undulation in a composition that lifted by the eyelashes to raise her above the Frorelands thawed into beautiful wonder.

Her psyche began an undulation as unencumbered senses soared in what could be most likened to floating in the ethical creation of an apothecary, seasoned in the dialing doses of every grace ever god-grown or man-mined. The garment of burdens now light as free feather was an adorning with core casting of bare elements and natural bent, until her pores opened into spectacles of glow turning incandescent with colours. So wide open, force fields slid through layers of lush to seduce uncharted cells that pulsed at primordial pressure. Reverberating breaths ceased and eased, until the flaming leaps between inhale and exhale blurred. An emergence of prominent particles morphing into a single dancing thrust - the meld of maestro and muse - creating spasms of climaxes and confluences within the same sequence. That which floods with an ardent ache and a higher hunger past the proximities of primordial.

An apparition of She of wind-flesh and water-flow and soul-fire and Mother Earth’s mannas lifted on her wings and fingertips. Arisen ancient stronger than thunder and more striking than lightning. Ignited wings becoming and spreading magnificently to the language of transcendence in the voices of triumphant tomorrows. Revelations in the Geneses of Freedom and Forward Flight into the Future.

You make me your canvas of colors

Your hands are brush strokes in smooth ribbons

Painting me in painterly of delicate welts and longing

And my body become as -

Shakespeare's aubergine - lavender - pale magenta - amethyst

Tudor's ruby - dusky fuchsia - warm hyacinth - amaranthine

You paint me in painterly of gentle batters and yearning

And my body become as -

Highlands heather - jacaranda - autumn mauve - oak wheat

Tuscan terracotta - desert russet - fire copper - antique wine

You make me your canvas of colors

Your hands are brush strokes of thick dollops

You paint me in painterly of treasure marks and invocation

And my body become as -

Sienna gold - willow yellow - jasmine sand - sherbet creme

Persian blue - soft sapphire - tender turquoise - pearl gray

You paint me in painterly of precious stripes and adoration

And my body become as -

Spring green - pine emerald - tan chartreuse - olive sage

Sun vermillion - peach coral - crimson scarlet - burgundy

You make me your canvas of colors

Your hands are brush strokes of vivid desire and mirror magic

Your hands are brush strokes of flaming passion and liquid love

I become glabrous and golden as opulent Siberian silks

I become mystical and ethereal as rays on Shiraz roses

I become bright and glorious as a rainbow in sunlight

I become luminous and classic as the glow of moonlight

My body - a written poetry summoned into creation

My body - a dancing masterpiece captured in motion

My body - a love art frozen for blossoming devotion

You paint me Yours

You paint me young

You paint me beautiful

You paint me eternal