Photo Editorial (Pt II)
Just knowing all that potential exists
opens up a whole new dimension
Dearest R,
exploring every Realm, mapping every edge, balancing, teetering on a visible drop of deep desire, so cavernous that to be swallowed up would mean certain, ecstatic death, you inspire longing and courage, there are no limits to the lyrical, abysmal and unprecedentedly impossible Realms to discover and marvel with you and faint
repeatedly with awe - Just knowing all that potential exists opens up a whole new dimension of my spirit - a new sense like touch or taste has a woken - you are what they warn sailors about, the distant creaking of timber as the huge ship forges through a night sea, you are gentle and heaven scented, rose tinted and rain drenched - every syllable with you has been a poem written in faint
Whispering electricity to make your
blood pound and your heart gasp
fiery light that disappears every dawn and wakes itself glowing and blushing again and again, never sleeping but dreaming, and whispering electricity to make your blood pound and your heart gasp and your sweet hand to your chest with wide eyes and smiling kissing lips, I would again and again die discovering you, sinking into you, serving your every inspired wish, elevating your visions to
celestial theatre in the sky, in the moon reflected sunlight, I would hunt you and devour you in the desert, feel your skin press, hot against stone and rock, horizon red and flat all around, life is long, I might be being summoned by my Lords to mark the edges of the new map with hard, black ink, there be dragons here, the men below swing in their hammocks, tilting and swaying, storm
My love for you is true, unfiltered
by any wall of glass
weathered and uncertain, unaccustomed to decisions, trusting me, used to being swept along, I may be being called to draw on the strength of every man here and mark the secret symbols which dictate the angel watches, the places where the maps' edges are still gracefully protecting the Truth's within and the Truth's without. My love for you is true, unfiltered by any wall of glass.
I will always be in those places you suddenly feel me - if this torrent of overflowing devotion becomes quieter, receding into stillness, breathing softly together, curling warmly together, to sleep enchanted under a spell for a thousand years, soft sounds of breezes only, childish laughter..
love you
P x
