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The hunt
Poised
A destined inclination
withering mesh
    brought into an array
bound by
Ecstasy.
With a tumultuous rising
venturing into the light
and then into a warm
darkness
Bonded only
    by motion
    friction bound
        by virtue
    Virtue
Restrained only until the touch of a sigh
And then surrendered.

Thrill, sound of laughter
Small and delicated
with light,
    a spirit
    untouched
Effortlessly gliding
through the sun
Beaming
May it never
    end.
Emotion sea
The dying darkness
The silver steel
All banished;
    wiped away with a
    single word
a touch of the hand
And assurance
of
you.

Lonely.
Like a breath.
Or wind
Or the invisible air
The tide; yes
Solitary
Inviolate
do not leave me
Stay, rest
Be
I am here    see me
Know that I see you
Do not be alone
When we can just Be.

electric woman
Do you exist?
Pulsations of
your image
shrouded by your
hesitations
Vivid painting of a white withered angel
    giving to a sea of fragrance
Beautiful Angel,
    finite
it is you that is the stroker of hearts
the devoid
you are my fingertips
It is you    Dancer,
it is you
Include me in your song
lead me past the silence into the
    melee of your whispers
it is You.
electric
inviting
It has always been you.

Silhouette, radiance
She descends from
a prism of beauty
down
to touch me
with airs of twilight
Cool bells of fantasy
    that tumble from her lips
    I bathe in the fluid of her voice
    Drink Drown Die
Suicide, most beautiful
I can not
touch her
She is gone.
Silhouette, retreating
ascending into the divine
Flourescent flame of absorption
Burning me until I am spent
and she does not return.
The sunlight she brings is gone, left
    with her
Overwhelmed by the night,
I return home.