Thursday, November 5, 2026

Bodies Of Our Vibrant Souls

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. 


1 comment:

  1. 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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