Agony Of Silent Hope
© Surazeus
2025 06 25

The woman stands in bright circle of light,
pulling the universe into her heart
with brutal smile of arrogant respect
that rearranges all my memories
so she is center of dramatic life
in which I play assistant to her truth.

I long to inhabit body of flesh
and savor pleasures of life on this Earth,
soul curved with agony of silent hope
so I swell huge beyond frame of my skull
till I remember life of every soul
who evolve millions of years into me.

On laughter of our hearts bound with red thread
we pirouette over chasm of trust,
hearts bloated with hot breath of eager faith
as we embrace with passion to transform
immortal soul of genes from fish to god,
then kiss and feed each other juicy fruit.

Despite how long I fall from empty skies,
with bones unbuckled from my naked mind,
I fill the present with dreams of the past
we share as tangled roots of hungry trees
while crawling desperately on river shore
to find sweet mushroom of eternal life.

The blue dragon fly of our pulsing hearts,
that unites our souls in marriage of love,
flits around our faces in summer heat
as we wade slowly in thick-algaed stream
to catch fish and turtles with eager hands,
then roast meat over moon-red flames of faith.

Soft amber glow of innocent desire,
that lights our faces with ethereal glow,
reminds our bodies we pulse hot with blood
as we swim slowly with the river flow,
then rise together from electric mud
and laugh with muffled climax at despair.

While sucking honeysuckle blooms of joy,
to soothe sharp pain of fragile tree-limb bones,
we cuddle among goldenrods of fate
in silver breeze that bears on outstretched wings
sly chestnut-backed chickadee with black eyes
who gives us names we cherish with each kiss.

Your long black hair of delicate concern
swirls round your face in gusts of ocean wind
as we trudge wide mudflats of honesty
to gather clams we roast on crackling flames,
then sing together in wild harmony
as we embrace under vast galaxies.

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Orpheus and Ophelia roast clams in ocean cave around glowing fire that attracts wandering tribe of hungry people who kneel to worship the goddess with silver eyes when she gives them food.

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