Love Capsule

Love Capsule ~
https://youtu.be/5anLPw0Efmo

Something beautiful encased,
A timeless ball of energy which takes,
Up dreams, and holds and keeps the,
Capsule, in a time and place of small convenience,
Holding on a few more seconds before it lights,
A phoenix before it catches the flame at an,
Encroaching midnight.

Wash away the wound that bleeds,
Kisses that are like a tiny cloth,
With rubbing oil, used to,
Gently clean the crusted scars from my breasts.
As I lay in your arms quietly I start to fist into,
My chest.
And tears pour from my eyes,
Suddenly gone mute, I’m shaking,
My actions no longer well controlled.

You play your hands upon me,
Like a pianist or a slender musician’s touch,
Who knows the tune of an old violin,
Which in turn knows the man that plays it, like an old long lost friend,
Instrument that has been dormant with neglect,
And suddenly it awakes.

I trace my palms along the painted crest,
Of lines that weave themselves across your chest, like,
A silvery spider’s web,
Strands of gossamer, which hang-
My words upon the lines,
Which I slowly trace around, with the tips of my fingers,
And something like a gentle hook falls short,
From the breadth of the story I write,
As I lean my head over, my hair cascading around like a rippling wave,
And quietly press myself into your midst,
Grappling to find the lead.

The story that I write so well upon the board,
Of human emotion, no longer have a point of completion,
For once I cannot complete it without your thoughts to aide it.
You are like a lion growling,
And then putting and content, with an appetite to appease,
Much more beastly than my loving p***y,
And how can I,
Possibly know where to go with it,
A volcano running nigh upon an explosion,
With all the mysteries of time,
Unfurled?

How could I possibly know,
What story you have inside of you?
From a single line which hangs upon the
precipice, of time,
Which only my hands can try to understand with their,
Childish wool gatherings in the darkness-
so insufficient and small-
In an encapsulated glass time-case,
Before you finally write me a note in the dark,
And that bottled pill, physical thing with time in it, explodes,
And us with it?