My deepest of selves
doesn’t collect dust
on uneven shelves
All of the positivity
in the ether enlivens
me deeper & deeper
by the day
Love’s scent perfumes me –
overpowers all of yester’s
stench until every step
I make is on a flower bed
The sun we know rises and sets
but my sun just keeps on rising
with no ceiling to stop it from
surprising Infinitude itself
The only war my heart of heart’s
knows is a deep thud-thud
or a clashing bang-bang
of two hearts rhythmically
cohesive creating epitome of eros
Poetry floods out
through not only
the pen, but through
lips and in-outward breaths.
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Beautiful
Thank you!