Perpetual ,
Ecstatic animation.
Floating.
Levitation in your presence.
Optimal.
Primal
Instincts in the craving of the more.
Stay;
Inevitable raptures in unfathomable depths.
Permeate me with your being.
Rupture this earthly fabric of time
With love that can no longer be
Denied.
It is late.
The falling moonlight has gone to my
Heart.
The wine has gone to my
Head.
No fault but mine.
I lick the salt on my lips which
The air has placed there; sea spray.
Another night on the
Italian coast.
The waves lap at my feet as I
Sit here on the rocks.
It is not my fault,
This calling.
Primal.
Always calling.
My mind does not comprehend
So I close my eyes and listen.
Tears on the back of my hand.
Joy.
Solitude.
And I fight my longing desire to stay.
My very atoms scattering in the wind.
The deepness of me,
Soul fathoms spinning.
Grabbing.
Pulling.
I am here yet I have never been here.
Everywhere lingers in my hair.
Chole Into Diamonds 