to sooth a warming heart...

The calmness widens as the fragrance lingers and grows with an intoxicating warmth of purity that never disrupts the flow of a delicate rest. x x x

contentment beyond the glass walls...

There is warmth in the safety of a mirrored lense. From one's perspective of wholeness the dance of truth can be mumbled under a shade of cloth, to be viewed as only one can. Yet rip the cloth and let the dance to spread and twirl wildly with the kiss of the wind... can u still feel the rage of warmth in all its glow? x x x

to the creek of my wing span...

so it mayb considered as a light form of stalking but why succumb to such a notion of fearful endearment when the exact object of our curious enquiry deeply admires the space we seek... so under what light can one witness such admiration?

its a 24 hour glistering wonderment...

my shadow i do seek ! x x x laus

To what pleasure do I owe this flow of...

delicate luminosity that evokes my drift in a manner that poisons my soul with a gentle fixation of speechlessness.

In ore, I desire!

I listen, I wait!

it is the song that the soul holds no resistance to.

its pleasures, to rise above the plane that offers only a suggestion of hope with nothing to aspire so deeply to.

resist not, inhale the medicated fuel of compassion and joy.

for this pleasure I owe you the the pleasure of my dance in life x x x

as for your eyes...

As peach be the sweet nectar of a soft kiss, yet the lips they never came in direct contact with one another. Yet such tingles resonate so deeply as to enrich the soul with something so sublime it could enrage even the calmest of flowers...

yet the peach it still is so sweet! x x x

eyes in your very eyes to see the way they see...

well let me just say that the novelty of my cryptic tongue does tend to lend its fragments to this space in such a self indulgent state. For now I will allow a light stalling from the tight twitch i type from, and instead flush out a few extra riddles...

thru the eyes i see what is merely in my path for if i am to close them i drool thru an enchanted mist of my imagination. Clouded in this utopian wonderland the safety switch re directs its warning to a flash of green to engulf the desires to continue with pleasure as the abode of the mind is too magnetic to abort!!

And here I may glide, stylise the charm that evokes the dream, yet my eyes they are open x x x

so light ...

I found you in the glow of the morning rise.

your silhouette so radiant it cast a blanket of love into my eyes and with that the ease of happiness became my immediate fixation.

luring me into a dreamy utopian, and for that i will never let go... x