Inner Blossom

Such the gentle soul; and almond eyes touch a compass;
And such ambition: to rule a kingdom. I watch in awe:
Somewhat tipsy. The wind is conscious; and glory flickers.
I pause and fawn; and fawn and pause. She smiles a

Vision—and strokes a palm. We wave eternal—and love
Immortal; and every word wails, forever. Such the
Softest touch—a light caress; and such deepness: I’m
Sore afraid. Such delicate wrists; and elegant joints: we

Sail forever. I kissed an ankle; and tickled love; and
Lightning roared. This feeling: the vaguest certainty; and
This passion: an act of visibility. She fingers lustrous
Hair: a hundred strokes; and gazes—so violet—a fallin’
Moon. I serenade infinity; and love appears. I paint a
Fairytale; and love appears.