the rise of doves
spinning arcs solidified in clear purity
flashing across keen sunlit edge
suspended in glassy air
---- to be
transcended from within
exploded like a raging sun
torn apart by beauty absolute
rendered into an infinity of dawns ----
silence cannot exist
when life is a testament to the divine,
in the form of your smile
when my heart stops
slips, unbroken, between my ribs
into your quick palms ----
no motion arises but through love
no words but through freedom
no transcendence but though passion ----
sticky life – it clings to me like humid silk
i feel it soak into my skin,
follow my movements as i dance
it transmutes my sweat
into a delicate, energetic coating
through which i breath
pores flaring, drinking
expanding
shuddering with life
i give myself completely, ----
unfettered,
wet,
dripping with you