Fusion Love!

Fusion Love!

A Poem by Phill Oz O'fee
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Well it is nearly St. Valentine’s Day …

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Fusion Love!

 

I’ll grab a comet’s luminous tail

And string the nearest golden stars

Into a solar celestial necklace

Just to prove how poor it pales

Against the beauty of your quintessence

 

Imbued in subtle feline fragrance

The epithet of your inner perfect form

Ascends upon my trembling humbled heart

And in a frozen breathless millisecond

Encapsulates both consciousness and soul

 

You are the gloriously elusive fifth element

Of this, my earthly bounded singularity

And there is nothing more I could add

Accept to urgently emphasize the desire

Of unconditional fusion into eternal love

 

Phill (ozofee) @2010

© 2011 Phill Oz O'fee


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awesome word-smithing.
i love how some of the lines feel twice as long


Posted 13 Years Ago


Gorgeous!! To love like this is miraculous...even more so if the feeling of euphoria endures. A very well written romantic piece with beautiful phrasing to bring joy to your reader (me) Joy is never a bad thing...
Just wonderful!!

Posted 13 Years Ago


What a perfect poem! I loved the imagery in this. Your last lines went so well that it tied it all together in grand style. Fabulous!

mags xx

Posted 13 Years Ago


Fantastic...love the strength of the ending...A gorgeous first verse as is the rest of this piece..gorgeous and so well penned...

Posted 13 Years Ago


Wow...great poem! I love that first verse of a solar celestial necklace. Amazing thought. The end verse says it all with the elusive fifth element.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Phill Oz O'fee
Phill Oz O'fee

Winchester, Hampshire, England, United Kingdom



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I am caught in a time spiral of confusion; that period we all experience between birth and death. Somewhere inside hides a poet, writer, lyricist and/or whatever, laying dormant and suppressed by s.. more..

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