When your love washes over me,
I lose sight of myself
But I see a purpose in me
With no direction how to get there
Lost?
In your terrain
But still, true to my purpose
To live for us, succeeding. (At couples therapy?)
When your love washes over me,
My brain makes my eyes
create spectacles of wonderful delusions
Us?
Newborn thoughts
No cradeling, no catastrophy
can save them, nor destroy them, change them. (And
my net worth?)
When your love washes over me,
the world around me
disappears into itself
I forget about its existence
denial?
uncoupling my thoughts,
relaxing my spirits,
by borrowing your wings. (To crash into a mountain?)
When your love washes over me,
I forget my time and space.
But I know,
It’s your vortex I’m in.
Subdued?
Frightenedly peaceful.
Trapped in your aura
Of powerful, pink Mona Lisas. (And liberated lips of liberated liberty?)
When your love washes over me,
The part of me,
That exists in hiding only
Welcomes the sunlight, stars and moon
Living?
Rescued from Islands
Surrounded by saltwater
finally, quenching my thirst. (for Drano?)
When your love washes over me,
I pleasure in sacrifice.
I revel in bravery,
for you, my end is pleasurable.
Desired?
This innate need
Beckons me relentlessly
Back into the earth’s womb (Deathrow in our D.N.A. for love?)
When your love washes over me
I understand the whys, the wondering
I submit to them,
for they are designed by
Love ? ! , : ; – . $ ¢ x ➗ – + = <> () ECT…ECT…
from you, the soil of all Roots
To me, the result of all toiled off shoots. (Love Doomed
from the start?)
Still, we pleasure in trying!!! (Hoorayy??)
