So Our Skulls May Kiss
© Surazeus
2019 02 12
The dreams that sparkle in our watching minds
will vanish at the crushing hour of death.
This conscious shadow that I call myself
will flicker out like fragile flame in rain.
Surprised that we are still alive this hour,
I hold you in my arms with aching hope
that we survive destructive force of nature
which smashes everything we built to dust.
We crawl together in wild pouring rain
to shiver in small dark cave of despair.
How strange the dream of sunlight warm on grass
now flashes clear in darkest hour of fear.
All sweet illusions of what truth we knew
now vanish under torrents of cold flash
pounding our hopeful plans into wet mud
where plain truth of death remains now alone.
I hold you tight in passionate embrace
so separate bodies merge in aching trust.
We move together in wild harmony
with ceaseless rhythm of the pounding rain.
Since we may die we make love all night long
and fill each other with ethereal song
that wakes strange vision in our flashing eyes
how conscious life explodes from laughing skies.
I feel fierce agony of aching truth
flowing out from deep fountain of my heart.
Now empty of my soul I tumble lost
in swirling sea of ecstasy you are.
We float together mute on pleasant waves
to breathe deep spirit of vast flashing sky
where Glow Cloud shimmers in calm dawn of light
at sweet release of the last lightning flash.
We stare at each other in calm surprise
to understand orgasm of the storm.
Through pleasant agony we became one,
one conscious hunger of creative faith.
We rise and walk outside the shadowed cave
to stand still buzzing with pleasure of love
on lush wet shore of the cold gushing stream,
enveloped in slanting rays of pure light.
How long we flirted with cautious desire,
exchanging reserved expressions of hope.
We danced around each other in fruit grove
with mutual respect to construct safe trust.
Then flashing thunderstorm of smashing rain
drove us shivering into dark cave of hope
where we embraced in passionate desire
and made love to overcome fear of death.
All barriers of fear between us now fall
so we cuddle safe by the waterfall.
We caress each other in warm sunlight
and kiss where apples glow indifferent bright.
Breathing deep sweet air after shocking storm,
we glow with electric tingle of love,
and laugh as we play chase among fruit trees
to hold each other close where flowers bloom.
Since the endless cycle of changing time
will crush our bodies through decay of form,
we savor pleasures now in prime of life
to generate new children from our hearts.
We gather children by the Tree of Tales
and tell them how we first made love in rain.
They bury us together in our cave
so our skulls may kiss for eternity.
© Surazeus
2019 02 12
The dreams that sparkle in our watching minds
will vanish at the crushing hour of death.
This conscious shadow that I call myself
will flicker out like fragile flame in rain.
Surprised that we are still alive this hour,
I hold you in my arms with aching hope
that we survive destructive force of nature
which smashes everything we built to dust.
We crawl together in wild pouring rain
to shiver in small dark cave of despair.
How strange the dream of sunlight warm on grass
now flashes clear in darkest hour of fear.
All sweet illusions of what truth we knew
now vanish under torrents of cold flash
pounding our hopeful plans into wet mud
where plain truth of death remains now alone.
I hold you tight in passionate embrace
so separate bodies merge in aching trust.
We move together in wild harmony
with ceaseless rhythm of the pounding rain.
Since we may die we make love all night long
and fill each other with ethereal song
that wakes strange vision in our flashing eyes
how conscious life explodes from laughing skies.
I feel fierce agony of aching truth
flowing out from deep fountain of my heart.
Now empty of my soul I tumble lost
in swirling sea of ecstasy you are.
We float together mute on pleasant waves
to breathe deep spirit of vast flashing sky
where Glow Cloud shimmers in calm dawn of light
at sweet release of the last lightning flash.
We stare at each other in calm surprise
to understand orgasm of the storm.
Through pleasant agony we became one,
one conscious hunger of creative faith.
We rise and walk outside the shadowed cave
to stand still buzzing with pleasure of love
on lush wet shore of the cold gushing stream,
enveloped in slanting rays of pure light.
How long we flirted with cautious desire,
exchanging reserved expressions of hope.
We danced around each other in fruit grove
with mutual respect to construct safe trust.
Then flashing thunderstorm of smashing rain
drove us shivering into dark cave of hope
where we embraced in passionate desire
and made love to overcome fear of death.
All barriers of fear between us now fall
so we cuddle safe by the waterfall.
We caress each other in warm sunlight
and kiss where apples glow indifferent bright.
Breathing deep sweet air after shocking storm,
we glow with electric tingle of love,
and laugh as we play chase among fruit trees
to hold each other close where flowers bloom.
Since the endless cycle of changing time
will crush our bodies through decay of form,
we savor pleasures now in prime of life
to generate new children from our hearts.
We gather children by the Tree of Tales
and tell them how we first made love in rain.
They bury us together in our cave
so our skulls may kiss for eternity.
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