blended brains

still. all in waiting.ire for time. imprisoned through circumstantial charms

of having been civilized in a facetious world or wondrous mundane works

 

so it seems

this existence

this present, present

-presents an assimilation-

known only to our bosoms.

an engagement tasted, thus,

by far dissimilar and  so familiar

to us, who possess an inner eye

to

die

.

and

lie

beneath

the shady ocean sky

o’er carpeted greens

under the palest blue

we often dive without

any

hue

to negate us with the liberty

of taking our lobes in cycles-

of letting our hearts shed

compassionate colours

thus altogether we

devour our

 sorrow.

 

for there shan’t be any sweetness greater than the space we weave

--there would not be any wholeness than the oneness of our heads.

 

Reviews

[Dhaye]

You think what I think, then we both smile and laugh for our common desire...
Union in minds is great. People often fight for their own beliefs.
Great write!

[seath]

thanx...no bliss is greater than to be heard by the same beating of another of your congenital heart.