My Door To Your Heart
© Surazeus
2025 06 06

Because the moon is my door to your heart
I will be bold stars that shelter your world
to keep you safe with gentle words of love
that flow as ocean waves which lift your boat
above abyss of doom so wind of hope
I breathe may bear you to shore of my heart.

Prometheus arches his muscular frame
to shelter Hesione from gusting winds
which keeps her dry from lash of stinging rain
as they crouch low against high rocky cliff
that glitters with each sudden scarlet flash
as lightning bolts strike adamantine time.

Slipping deep into narrow jagged crack
that splits conceptual world of honesty,
Prometheus leads frail angel of his heart
into enormous cavern with large pool
that gleams from light of jewels in its walls
where they cuddle warm in the wounded gloom.

Cuddling together at edge of the pool,
Prometheus and Hesione smile
at reflection of their faces that gleam
with eerie calm of transcendental trust
till drop of water from the cavern roof
shatters clear vision of their alien souls.

If I gaze too long at my own strange face,
my innocent heart might become entranced
with curious obsession to comprehend
true nature of that preternatural soul
which seems to animate my conscious will,
and forget beauty of your special face.

Prometheus turns away from their reflection
and gazes at the face of his young bride,
then reaches out his trembling hand with awe
to caress rose-blushed cheek with gentle love,
so she opens her moist mouth to express
passionate love of her heart for his soul.

If, in desire to please your flighty heart
and keep attention of your loyal love
long focused straight on essence of my being,
I echo concepts of your spoken words
to understand weird mystery of your mind,
I might forget my own peculiar thoughts.

Embracing bodies in cavern of jewels,
the boy and the girl who forget their names
make love in glimmer of eternal truth
so they remember how the universe
still flares forth from first flash of the big bang
to generate new life from fear of death.

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Orpheus finds skeletons of a man and a woman in the mountain cavern forty thousand years after they lived and died, so he displays them in the Zarathian Museum of Natural History.

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