The Aching Of My Architecture

When images gain form and everything feels solid once more.

There you are...

in the window of my temple.

It's not really a window   more

an open space inviting you into it.

An aperture of acceptance.

There is something solid within

Perched there on rays of light   your image

burns

The warmth of it.... of your essence

I feel it radiate a touch that clings

more like steam leaving drops of you

upon my walls and washing me

Hot madness now hangs in the halls

Where flesh runs naked pressing past

the point of ecstasy between the corporal

and dreams

There are no clocks or calenders here...

only shadows where I feel you enter me

and light that meets me half way

on a road that was once lost   but now

guides

Reviews

[Heather Hassell]

i love the imagery in this and the comparison between a building and a feeling. this is really well done, it reminds me of the fountainhead by ayn rand.

[Astro]

I've heard of the book and the author but I've never read it. Thank you though Heather for the nice review.

[Heather Hassell]

anytime (:

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

An aperture of acceptance -- love this line!

I also loved "There are no clocks or calendars here..." -- this would be a beautiful place. To be able to step into a realm where there is no importance given to time or days or years...the only thing of importance is the connection between two united souls.

You write with such delicate and fervent longing, it touches the soul. Great imagery and I enjoy the form in this one; stepping outside of the boundaries, coloring outside of the lines!

[Astro]

Thank you very much, I'm happy that it had such an effect upon you. I do have my moments they often stem from the direct contact of certain creative individuals. :)