Sunday, October 05, 2014

Sacred Curves.



      Sacred Curves.




Aloft there comes
lines of sacrifice,
of surrender,
to a statement of needing.
Above and below,
shape and form
of holiness,
in this image of wanting.
Break the night,
within the silence
of honour,
to a craving to be naughty.
Bound in chains,
holding this heaven
of desire,
in form that can drive me wild.



Craving the curvature,
sublime these lines
of rapture,
to a design being laid down.
Close to touching,
I'm knowing closeness
of release,
in a moment of true surrender.
Drawn towards Nirvana,
a feeling tender
of unity,
to a power stronger than I.
Drifting on clouds,
getting me higher
of being,
in the shape of things to come.
Excited for passion,
moved in ways
of collapse,
to a space within that scented heart.
Exploding with fury,
amidst the splendor
of flowing,
in and out and back once more.....