Poetic Reflection: Making Love To Beauty

If I am nothing more, than a nameless phantom, walking in beauty—fucking in my ecstasy, could there be nothing more that I ask from you—in all fairness—than your undying and most endless love.

I am a lover

In that I trip

Symbolically

In all my metaphorical flourish

Over love’s greatest progeny

Seducing

Simulating

Symmetrical

Sensations

into a literal similes

and I smile

Magnanimously

So that I can dance naked under the sun

Exhaling parables

Of my mind’s effervescent emotion

Closing my eyes

As my heart

Plays out my greatest love story

If I could wish one thing

One dream

One hope

Pinned-on emphatically

Whispered secretly

It would be

The ability

To make love

Passionately

Furiously

Endlessly

To the life

Which I’m so gifted to breathe

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