frequencies so low—heart on a string—a string that only plays solos
rain made of echoes—tidal wave rushing on and on
mood and emotion flow towards manic zen
eros and pathos surge from deep within
I long for your touch and for my heartbeat to pulsate again
I dream of your pixie magic interbreeding with my sixth sense
my eyes and mouth yearn for your presence
my soul breathes deep absorbing your essence
the karmic beat drives down deep with so much emotional resonance
our subaltern army takes its cue writhing like a sex cult newly emergent
if my red eyes don’t see you anymore and I can’t hear you through the white noise—just send your heartbeat
i’ll go to the blue ocean floor where they find us no more—on that blue ocean floor…
reality and fantasy interweave in a moment of ecstasy
praying for angels to envisage this potent imagery
love and lust fuse as one inspiring me with their majesty
our bodies touch and dance to the rhythm of this erotic symphony…
love can imprison us but it can also set us free
let us choose liberated commitment over the shackles of enforced monogamy
my mind spins through possible futures: imagining beautiful worlds for you and me
our love flies high above or plummets into the deep blue sea…
twenty-thousand leagues away—catch up to you on the same day
travel at the speed of light, thinking the same thought at the same time
heartbeat set at a steady pace, I’ll let the rhythm show me the way
no one can find us here, fade out and disappear
–BYPO PHOENIX c)2018
