My dream,
rarefied,
shrunk wrapped unto
a skeletal matrix of reality-
Your face-
solarized,
Your eyes,
in an ancestral memory
shinning brightly.
And from them emenate
waves of sensations
undulating warm seas
ecstatic xeno-melodies.
Your hair,
a black crackling fire,
platinum highlighted.
Fluid scents from ancient temples
the mixtures of our alchemys;
narcotic combination-
soothing palpitations vibrating thru
my soul.
Each breath we breathe
-deepening-
our minds,incandescent,
expand exponentially.
Our eyes wide-amazed,reflecting
primaeval-landscape-moonglow.
My fingers reaching for yours
reaching/for mine
our hearts near critical mass
on our touch our souls
achieve supernova state.
Charles Arthur Roberts-1984