Tsunamis

on my minds sky, the constellations at most times- draw your face;
in my heart's flesh, seeds vegetations of pain;
in my veins, the bright red blood ripples a paroxysmal cry of passion.

love still flows...


in front of my eyes, eternally visions your silhouette
the warmth of your mouth, breathes an irresistible spell
the grip of your carpals, electrifies the spine..

love still flows...


the cavernous deepening of your howl, reaches my abyss
the wildfire,- speeding beat of your heart races with unthinkable shudders..!
the thud of your strong legs creates lightning..

love still flows...


...on my minds sky, the constellations, forever- draw your face...

love, ebbs. yet still ... it flows.