Bodies Of Our Vibrant Souls © Surazeus 2026 11 05 I feel sacred glow of her fertile heart, that radiates passion for beauty of life, encased in subtle innocence of truth that nurtures bodies of our vibrant souls when we explore landscape of our desire with honest attention of mutual trust. She imitates electric flight of birds, disguised as flowered angel of despair with owl-eyed wisdom from exploding seeds while dancing on sun-stippled field of fate, perfumed with freakish sorrow of desire when she bites into apricot of trust. Heart dilating gold-rimmed Black Hole of love at flap of angel wings before dawn flash electrocutes my soul with earnest angst, she clutches me with wrecking cry of trust that twists our bodies into prefect swirl of startled gasping at explosive kiss. We dream our bodies lithe as serpent joy in shadowed hall of undone paradise with taut assertion of magnetic trust that splatters spirits of our bonded hearts on undulating canvas of our hearts, transforming us from mortals to clay gods. Unmindful of Medusa in her heart, she reaches tender hand of anguished hope to pierce hard shield of sorrow I erect which mirrors beauty of her timeless face that unstones my too-long paralyzed soul so we pulse pale with living fruit of love. If we meander too long in hot glare of eyeless sun, that seems to always know dark secrets we unspokenly conceal, she splashes me with fountain tears of love to prove our souls are destined to compose new bodies for immortal soul of genes. Disguised as Harlequin with thirteen wings, clipped from both demons and angels alike, I glide with proud elegance of the swan in ploy of honor when I must perform role of Odysseus for Penelope since airplanes fly above our garden pool. She is the May Queen with grace of the swan, awake with sparks of passion from my eyes, since we perform in tragic play of love that still engenders children of our hope so we accept our bodies will decay as they become their most authentic selves.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Thursday, November 5, 2026
Bodies Of Our Vibrant Souls
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Orpheus dances with May Swenson in Garden of Eden where skulls of Adam and Eve on the hearth tease them while they flirt and make love among flowers and butterflies.
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