Below the eyelid-waves, Another iridescence grows. Currents blur the view in pentacles of light To rhythms of the waning breath --warping what an artist's vision yields, The canvas of the mind stretched taut In hues to coalesce the old and new, Absorb the intertidal volumes With keener intake, Firmest diaphram to lift the pressure out And sink into pelagic origins finally, Imbue myself poseidonal, Renew the birth of "love"
I am soaking with it, Open mouthed my cry is swallowed by the sea I am a kracken echinoidea Sucking up the floor Of life exchanging me with joy-- Of jellyfish and snail, Burrowed shrimp, eyeful gobies, Clowns in their anemones-- My spires swirling clouds of green To carpet spotted sky with verdant wake And springing there, From crest to crest, A body undulating foam, it rolls voluptuous to swell The bioluminescent instant... taken in the vast, full span of time... To see her born here, 'mid dolphin song and symbol crash of tide Protuberance of shore awash in seeming pleasure of the rhythmic act-- Alive the goddess comes, into her flesh-- To widen eyes, Re-establish channels to the heart As if an aperture of cloud Were opening again, To end an ancient overcast And usher down to earth The lance of starlight that would reach beyond the wrecks of ocean depth...
So too her visage strikes the darker corners of the heart Illumes all buried hopes Of bottom dwelling wretchedness, And draws the tide above the line, Littoral tresses falling, Steep in pools calcareous and algal Worlds remaking worlds within the contours sexing there Imagined limestone in your many perfect forms, Marble softness swimming in my eyes Awaken appetites of newfound youth again. The ochre lines that stripe along your curves Let hidden ripeness waft across my passion-eye And with the grassy dunes i lie, doze in wrack at once-- As arches of my sight are pierced with rays of inner sun My seabreath muse purveys, inhaled; I would see you as you are entirely, Disperse myself into aesthetic mist, Become the spray on coastal loam A sundog floating in and out of forms Become your mullusk lust; Sipuncula embrace of benthic dust And slip along the textures Of your progenation's flood-- Emerge as one and many lives Becoming me, this vision In your suds, your divination's scree --the salty rooting of the coastal trees, The sand, the wave and moon Upon the dancing kelp forestal out at sea... Shining in the winking foam and symbiota sand. Crevice and the length of dyads simulating one, Phallus, sperm, and none-- Egg and ovum bed... Diatoms flourishing again... In you i am the uterus my own gestation obviates I am effluxion of all lives in balance On an ever-swaying crestline of irruptive suds-- Diaphanous array upon your porous bosom's heave Weaving in and out, continuing to blur In riven sight and empty heart to fill The blood containing rapid urgency To feed, to taste and seek its nourish-all When after having given up the possibilities of love And having worn the incompleteness raw, The obverse affirmation cracks the sky... At last they burst surreal into the now And lacking practice courting glory Stumble over habits long attuned to falsities unveiled And drawn into your undertow, All cravings wrung into the novelty of merging without end-- Arrive, horizonal, and echo from the dawn of being more than one
Are you whole now? Are you happier than you've ever been before? Is it everything you'd hoped for? These are questions asked to those in love, it seems.
The problem is, The answer is far too complex to explain Even to those closest to us;
It is of course yes, For there is nothing comparable to the warmth of love, To the tracing of you skin, To the completeness of your entanglements, The rhythm of each other Connecting you as one.
And yet, It is of course no, For you have to accept a level of dependence, You need that person and They become you to An extent; Fragmenting the person you were before
Yes, of course it is yes But oh, how it is also a no
It is love That heals the human heart Without exception And for this reason It is the most precious gift That you can give To another Love touches our pain And brokenness And makes us whole Because it is a force An energy More powerful Than the forces That have cast us down Despair, sadness Sorrow, grief and Loneliness Are all healed by love Hope, faith And courage Are fed by its pure, strong Burning fire By it Wisdom is taught Truth is nuanced Honesty purified Whatever is noble on this earth Has its birth in love It is the one emotion That makes us more like God Than any other So listen to these words of wisdom: Cherish love wherever it is found Treat it as the most precious thing On this earth For it is the secret you have been looking for It is the key to all understanding And tears shed in love Are sweet and beautiful And the fountain of life Love can never be overrated
love.
Author: Colin Kohlsmith
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Date: 07/04/2020
№ 1210579
Evolving Love
I find it rather interesting, Love defined, as by my age. My own timeline tells me, In defining I was no sage.
Seems just as we grasp a meaning.
Time completes.
And we're forced to turn the page.
I know now that my definition, Is something a touch more whole. A slightly less shallow meaning, Is something I now know.
For I once thought it required, For love, to be give and take. That those were points to tally. It was a balance we must make.
Which true this is, To small degree. There should be equal parts.
Investment made by one, Must reside in both our hearts.
And tally true, One exists. But count it never should we.
For if the love, Is true to both, Time will let us see.
Rushing love, Poor demands, Expectations run amuck.
But if you try, Unconditional faith, Your love, won't, be in need luck.
And believe me when I say this. Take lessons like this to heart.
For if you don't, Learn real love. You'll miss it as it parts.
There's a boy kissing your neck in his car in your driveway
And everything is warm.
You told yourself to never do this again, yet here you are, and all you feel are his hands brushing your hair away.
The sprinklers in your front yard keep turning on and pummeling the windows with water, and
Your mother is on the other side of the front door
And your breath is heating up the windows.
It is summer. you're twenty and irresponsible, wild and reckless. you're hanging off the cliff by the tips of your teeth and you keep on losing the moon.
There isn't much time to think past split-second decisions and sometimes you find yourself
Curled up on the kitchen floor in the early hours of the morning: clothes rumpled, makeup smudged, shame wrapped around your shoulders
Like an old blanket, like a machine you hope could fix something.
The clock on the stove is frozen and blinking, green light casting strange shadows in the room
And you're so tired, and you're wondering how you could ever make him understand.
Down the road I walk pass by the nature Endless roads, sunset Lake, birds flying Showing me how to pause & to enjoy the Fleeting moments Of life Endless happiness All by my side I look here & there To share the joy Of nature's love But found none.
Understood
That nature & me are one Enjoying being whole again Healing me with all its power Like baby on its womb Caressing me with all the winds And showering its love Over-brimming!
