Vaya
Bluelight Crew
Awkward exchange between fleeting eyes, a flutter from within the regions of the heart; ethereal, if only temporary. Thus, it began.
Realization leads to revelation. Pursuit begins, pursuit reciprocated. Satisfaction, gratification, to be showered with anything else would seem like a waste of time.
Connections completed, the clock reads Four A.M.
I check another clock, presented with the same fact.
We have been talking for seven hours without pause, yet it was only a moment in time....
A moment of mine,
branded, pasted to my synapses, forever concealed in the vaults of expansive memories, fond.
Lips touch; my physical being is incensed, it is pleasantly enraged. Rapture, bursting from the pores of my intention and accepted by my Desire's carribean eyes.
And, reflective of the waves upon which we gaze, what we share may be a ripple in the fabric of time. Mortal, temporarily, paradoxically impenetrable... the acme of all that is true and wonderful, with the intensity of burning sulphur upon striking a match - a three month intensity.
The match is burnt.
The match is black.
Dare I strike another?
Dare I spend those lonely nights ruminating over the fanciful and wonderful? I do dare. I step back towards your outstretched limbs, face a radiant orb of my life's supplement - missing, all these years. To have been located was miraculous - to maintain it has been strenuous.
Worth it, every moment, every gallon of gas used to travel to your house.
We fight, out of love. We fight, out of suppressed passion. We fight, and we love. We love!
I am capable of love.
For I am human, and a blessed one at that.
I do love, I actively love, and I work for love.
And, baby, if you only could comprehend the lengths to which I would travel in your name, for your eyes, for your laughter and your love and your angelic mannerisms.
A shapely reincarnation of a goddess long-lost.
Dare I strike another match? Dare I fan these dying embers despite difficulty from the winds of opposition? Do I DARE to subject myself to your psychological spellbound? To unlock my psyche and hand you the spare key?
To love and support you?
To caress your body, slowly and firmly and proclaim my love to the world, as a wild man would shout obsenities upon his first visit to an urban city?
To love and support you?
To strike another match - As I remove it from it's slipcase, I proclaim:
I do dare.
The pursuit of a dream has become my fanciful reality, and I shall not relent.
I adore you.
Please do not change. Be proud, stand tall, feel mighty, for you possess the greatest gift anyone might impart upon you -
- you are genuinely loved -
Stay by my side, and regrets will become nonesensical jibbersish better left tended to by those less fortunate.
Stay with me. I dare to dream, I dare to love, I dare to pusue, I dare to love....
....I dare to ignite another flaming ball of sulphur, inhale it's noxious fumes, and announce the pleasure that courses through my veins with each impassioned kiss;
I am in love.
Realization leads to revelation. Pursuit begins, pursuit reciprocated. Satisfaction, gratification, to be showered with anything else would seem like a waste of time.
Connections completed, the clock reads Four A.M.
I check another clock, presented with the same fact.
We have been talking for seven hours without pause, yet it was only a moment in time....
A moment of mine,
branded, pasted to my synapses, forever concealed in the vaults of expansive memories, fond.
Lips touch; my physical being is incensed, it is pleasantly enraged. Rapture, bursting from the pores of my intention and accepted by my Desire's carribean eyes.
And, reflective of the waves upon which we gaze, what we share may be a ripple in the fabric of time. Mortal, temporarily, paradoxically impenetrable... the acme of all that is true and wonderful, with the intensity of burning sulphur upon striking a match - a three month intensity.
The match is burnt.
The match is black.
Dare I strike another?
Dare I spend those lonely nights ruminating over the fanciful and wonderful? I do dare. I step back towards your outstretched limbs, face a radiant orb of my life's supplement - missing, all these years. To have been located was miraculous - to maintain it has been strenuous.
Worth it, every moment, every gallon of gas used to travel to your house.
We fight, out of love. We fight, out of suppressed passion. We fight, and we love. We love!
I am capable of love.
For I am human, and a blessed one at that.
I do love, I actively love, and I work for love.
And, baby, if you only could comprehend the lengths to which I would travel in your name, for your eyes, for your laughter and your love and your angelic mannerisms.
A shapely reincarnation of a goddess long-lost.
Dare I strike another match? Dare I fan these dying embers despite difficulty from the winds of opposition? Do I DARE to subject myself to your psychological spellbound? To unlock my psyche and hand you the spare key?
To love and support you?
To caress your body, slowly and firmly and proclaim my love to the world, as a wild man would shout obsenities upon his first visit to an urban city?
To love and support you?
To strike another match - As I remove it from it's slipcase, I proclaim:
I do dare.
The pursuit of a dream has become my fanciful reality, and I shall not relent.
I adore you.
Please do not change. Be proud, stand tall, feel mighty, for you possess the greatest gift anyone might impart upon you -
- you are genuinely loved -
Stay by my side, and regrets will become nonesensical jibbersish better left tended to by those less fortunate.
Stay with me. I dare to dream, I dare to love, I dare to pusue, I dare to love....
....I dare to ignite another flaming ball of sulphur, inhale it's noxious fumes, and announce the pleasure that courses through my veins with each impassioned kiss;
I am in love.
