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.....