Bodies Of Our Vibrant Souls
© Surazeus
2026 11 05

I feel sacred glow of her fertile heart,
that radiates passion for beauty of life,
encased in subtle innocence of truth
that nurtures bodies of our vibrant souls
when we explore landscape of our desire
with honest attention of mutual trust.

She imitates electric flight of birds,
disguised as flowered angel of despair
with owl-eyed wisdom from exploding seeds
while dancing on sun-stippled field of fate,
perfumed with freakish sorrow of desire
when she bites into apricot of trust.

Heart dilating gold-rimmed Black Hole of love
at flap of angel wings before dawn flash
electrocutes my soul with earnest angst,
she clutches me with wrecking cry of trust
that twists our bodies into prefect swirl
of startled gasping at explosive kiss.

We dream our bodies lithe as serpent joy
in shadowed hall of undone paradise
with taut assertion of magnetic trust
that splatters spirits of our bonded hearts
on undulating canvas of our hearts,
transforming us from mortals to clay gods.

Unmindful of Medusa in her heart,
she reaches tender hand of anguished hope
to pierce hard shield of sorrow I erect
which mirrors beauty of her timeless face
that unstones my too-long paralyzed soul
so we pulse pale with living fruit of love.

If we meander too long in hot glare
of eyeless sun, that seems to always know
dark secrets we unspokenly conceal,
she splashes me with fountain tears of love
to prove our souls are destined to compose
new bodies for immortal soul of genes.

Disguised as Harlequin with thirteen wings,
clipped from both demons and angels alike,
I glide with proud elegance of the swan
in ploy of honor when I must perform
role of Odysseus for Penelope
since airplanes fly above our garden pool.

She is the May Queen with grace of the swan,
awake with sparks of passion from my eyes,
since we perform in tragic play of love
that still engenders children of our hope
so we accept our bodies will decay
as they become their most authentic selves.

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Orpheus dances with May Swensen in Garden of Eden where skulls of Adam and Eve on the hearth tease them while they flirt and make love among flowers and butterflies.

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