Transient Thought

Yet another love poem inspired by the same woman of [Untitled]

You make me fall into blackholes,
That shoot quazars through my heart at millisecond speeds.
With more dimensions than millipedes have seeds,
These beams blast through my facade leaving me bare.

No more masks to hide behind,
You see my true face.
I wince and try to hide in my current state,
But you grab my cheeks and kiss my forehead
Making my skin flake and fall like snow.

"Where am I?"
I ask when my metamorphasis is complete.
"The End of the Beginning..."
Is your reply.
Taking my hand we navigate through eternity as one
I am you is us are we.

Reviews

[Hamkar]

Where is the end of the beginning, how do we not know that it isn't the beginning of the middle? what is it called in between?

[Jocelin]

Nice poem. I love it it's perfect for the group. Amazing made me speechless...

[A. Rose]

Awesome!

[Nicole]

Wow, very powerful.
I love the last two lines:
"Taking my hand we navigate through eternity as one
I am you is us are we."
Very amazing.
This just became my favorite poem. :D

[Que]

What your poem lacks in flow, it makes up for in the galactic feel it gives. Although, I'm not sure how it works out that way, you're using highly scientific words to describe something that isn't very science like, yet it works out.

~Que