My Dearest Afflatus II

My atoms, my love, saturated with the flame of passion.
I’m touched. And nothing can soothe indelibility. Thus I
Muse incessantly. And my love, the shadow of pain, a
Landmark within the Spirit. Such affection, burning into
The pavement. And twilight, the depth of my paradox,
For I love unto bliss and melancholy. Thus, my soul, slammed
Upon a whetstone, afflicted unto serenity. Wherefore an
Effusion surges through my fingertips. I’m alive unto the
Welts of my spirit. And my love, cadence of my prose,
A miracle deigning in the spirit. Whereby infusion sparks
An earthquake. I’m active in my mystery, touching particles
Of light, dying in my resurrection. And the dictum, my love,
Is mystic. Wherefore reality is melting, and time has become
A blur. And everything reminds me of you.