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: imaging 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
