jameslovesyou
Bluelighter
tiny little daggers
hung in the stratosphere
and with a single thought
began to gather in a
tornadic frenzy above
she and i.
the funnel spun its way
through my mountain hand
into her reflecting waters
shredding any and all fear
and leaving tracers
in the form of gerbera daisies
eternally blooming from her center.
we entered a most sacred space
that i cannot even speak of
where the swirling passion
kept us still
and in prostration to the God
within the love we have found.
hung in the stratosphere
and with a single thought
began to gather in a
tornadic frenzy above
she and i.
the funnel spun its way
through my mountain hand
into her reflecting waters
shredding any and all fear
and leaving tracers
in the form of gerbera daisies
eternally blooming from her center.
we entered a most sacred space
that i cannot even speak of
where the swirling passion
kept us still
and in prostration to the God
within the love we have found.
