True Love Can Be Trusted

Adoration is the effect evoked by your stirring affection that wraps me up while letting me loose,

just loose enough to remain tied to you by a thread that conveys your doting affirmation of my being;

its invisible ink holding me together in a transient permanence ineffably full of articulate surprises

You simultaneously unravel my garment leaving me exposed yet without nakedness

An intangible ground holds my being together throughout the inertia of the journey

I fall into a glide that penetrates my heart with the spirit but I find no wounds from this breathing in your flames,

though a few bruises bring home the reality that I am being pummeled in the knowledge of you;

its not a dream