the path to enlightenment

your mind is like a playground that i may enter through your eyes.

your lips are divine as god himself.

your hair is the woman of you. gold silk i stroke.

your neck is a place my lips love to travel.
i wish to land a kiss just therethat might be able to express my bliss just so.

when we play, you strip me of my dour edge.
you were quite right to demand a shift of my attitude
after i nearly decked the bouncer with a blow from behind my cape.

you have actualized my dreams of third eye communication
my aquarian sister, you’ve turned my speculative visions into earthen reality
already i care about you as if i have loved you for years,
and your pleasure is my happiness.

you are silly, sexy, sweet and so sublime
i must touch you, more, with my nose
with my cheek,
with my breath on your chest.

i must cry with you more, let you know how soft this heart is
i will hoist you and carry you into the wind.
i have a chariot made of eagle feathers and
the licks of puppy dogs.

at least once a summer,
i will lay with you in grassy fields
chewing on hay like a carefree country boy.

this joy that emerges through all these layers of armor

breaks open the words in an epic novel.
the truth has been spoken:

she came from Calgary
and she drugs me with tea blends at bedtime.

evolution, love