once upon a time
love grew like a seed
deep down in the roots of my bones.
twisting and curling
through every vein and vessel.
crawling its way into every organ.
the syrupy-sweet venom
of a blooming wild-flower
sticks its way up and
out of my esophagus
dripping past my lips and
creating a balm of pheromones
that caress my lips.
leaves of wild ivy drag
their lazy roots through the
atrium of my mind and into
the deepest alcoves,
dropping new seeds and blossoms
and waves and waves of euphoric bliss.
tingling from my fingertips to my nose
and intensity of pure clarity--
the world is at peace of mind, body, & soul.
ringing in my ears, only to be
the singing of a thousand angels,
calling out my name.
teaching the romance of souls
and speaking the sensations of love.
whispers of silken ash cascade
through my hair and burn against my skin.
leaving hot wires to wriggle through my nerves
and dance in my navel like african butterflies.
unconcious concentration on the universe
that is suddenly so incredibly detailed,
so miraculously inscribed,
experiencing the connection between
entity to entity;
the utopian intimacy between the two,
life itself seems unbearably echo-less without.
fogginess seeps its way into the corners
of the oh-so-clear vision--
and by the tips of the mist reality
becomes the only reality.
a sigh sneaks its way through my
beeswax lips and tickles the tips
of another mouth,
the invitation is still hiding
in the spore that lays
behind my eyes..
i drink in the memory often.
by cara ©2008