Sunday, April 4, 2010

(118) Dry Date

Leisurely lying with blank on the mind,
I chose to remain inactive for a while
Open yet close, eyes travelled beyond the sight
I entered the world of intricate realities

The aura precipitated my pores,
 and ran through the veins purifying every drop of my salty blood,
The feel pinched in and beat the heart more,
to ease and throw up the truth tightly held,
to  calm down the heat through the sweat of the skin,
and unify the bond in the way most pristine

Something in me uplifted above and merged into that wholesome light
The fusion so downy, flawless and fulfilling
Satiated  the thirst which had roused in the route,
the contentment travelled my abyss, reached beneath the layers
and  settled down in the nucleus,
swaggering with pride, the legitimate and ostentatious union of two ends,
though without the aid of any corporeal exchange,
and yet so gratifying

what do I call it?

A tiny expedition travelled in the camouflage of open eyed sleep,
I believe,
My soul perhaps convened its mate
On it’s spiritually rich, pleasing “Dry Date”.

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