In honour of Keira Kagan.
My Love for you
it's pure
it's deep
it's endless.
it breathes
it feels
it conceals
it reveals
it heals
it's breathless.
it wakes
it weeps
it aches
it dreams
it guards
it's defenceless.
it curves
it breaks
it swerves
it bleeds
it's despondent & friendless.
it's kind
not borne of the mind
it's true
it's real
perfumed &
multi-hued
fine-tuned
it leaves
a dreamy lattice-like remembrance.
it's bright and bold
of souls virtuous and old
a sensitive threshold
a wave of gold
glistening
listening resplendence.
it's an art
a science
a synergy
a creativity
an energy
an elegy
a mystery
a mighty prayer
on the Night of Power
a spiral staircase
of spiritual ascendance
vanilla cake dreaming
unicorns convening
rainbows careening
princesses leaping
pages flown
from books leather-bound
sheets that wave
& words that wing
a heart that rings
with a vital, dynamic essence.
glowing
flying
flowing
analyzing
crystallizing
a vast,
mysterious,
vigorous
acceptance.
explosions
in flasks of potions
a twilight trance
a dermopteran dance
a doorway to a moonbeam
a Paradisic dream
a Qur'anic re-quiem
murmuring
glimmering, shimmering
evanescent evermore
radical whole body transcendence .
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