The night is still young The wind is still free I make love to the very desire But Mars is bright tonight.
The warmth of the clasp. The warmth of her breath. So close to my heart, So close to me, But like the Tree and the Mist, We think not of the Day.
Up there in the sky The moon nestles among the clouds She points it out I see and smile And we both see Mars It's unusually bright tonight.
Up there in the sky Mars shines bright tonight Red, like the unseen future Red, like the unspoken passion Red, like the wild hope and belief Red, like a single glistening tear I see Hope and Belief in it. It's dark, I can't read her eyes, But her hands hold me tighter.
I cannot read her eyes tonight I cannot read her mind. The words are but a jumble But the laugh, a merry rivulet. I know her warmth, I feel her warmth, Red, like a kiss. Red, like Mars. Mars shines bright tonight. :)
Something about the way The world reads into an Orgasm. Tying it with earthly bonds, when it is actually a moment of unreal peace.
Is the mysticism in the way you dance? Or is it in the movement, when you move like the breeze? The dance of two souls Together, in a union, Inseparable, the rhythm, Of pure pleasure, Of spirit, of mind.
Bodies are made of earth. Minds, of light. Pure, white light. An Orgasm is a journey Into this light.
Shun the worthless poetry, Ridicule the Free Poet. But inside you, You know of what I speak.
It is not about actions anymore, It is about thoughts. Whirls of colors, Language, only eyes can speak. Language, only eyes can understand. And the lips curve into a smile.
A beautiful smile, An acceptance. And the air isolates Two souls in love. Air between them But cannot separate them In spirit.
A beautiful smile. An acceptance. No words exchanged. Wind speaks of colors Of passion and understanding.
The next level is just a journey. A high, experienced by the Consciousness.
In a world where only two souls exist, the brightest light from the brightest sun is the purest form of Vision. When both see, See through each other. Masks, clothes lie forgotten. Naked, by mind.
And a single note is now a symphony. A Carnival of deepest confidence.
And it's dawn. The world is back to haunt. They were, but for a moment, living in themselves. Bounded to each other in an Orgasm. :)
The world is all Blue because we look at it through a Blue window. Parting the curtains, Across the window-sill, Ignoring all that lies between us and the window. The window is Blue, So is the room, And so are we. That makes the world all Blue.
Let us ponder over the sanctity of our Blue surroundings. What makes it Blue? Blue thoughts, Blue visitors, Blue stick-ons and Blue memories. If it's got a Blue past And if that's the color we like, it's Blue for life.
Say, something changes me, Makes me a new man, Overnight. A woman, perhaps. Or a well-placed comment. Or just a drink with a stranger, A wise stranger. And I fall for Red.
So the conversations in my room are all splashes of Red. Red streaks, Red blots, Spurts of Red laughter, Waves of warm Red smiles. It is a Red room.
And the cold wind is now blood Red. The sun shines Scarlet. I share a Red coffee with my beloved And couples kiss under a Red moon.
My future might all be Purple like my childhood was a sunny Yellow. The healed scars speak of a Blue past. The present is alive in Red.
And I look at my Red world through a Red window. :)
