Your beauty speaks to the heart, screams into the ears and gives that feeling of a fourth dimension…
Beyond the lines, beyond the boundaries, beyond the edges of sanity and insanity, ethereal and oozing the craft of art…
A cynosure seeking exposure and with no pressure to the senses yet these are eyes that see, ears that hear, fingers that feel and nostrils that perceive…
Free spaces craving invasion, in a world of stirred up visions….
In a buzzing vacuum, echoes of hearts that beat still…
Finding these tangled mangled knots of my deepest muse; my easiest bliss…
Don’t leave ever; cold or hot… I’ve got you