This mutating merger of the ultimate 'chaos' called LOVE !

As the winter winds caught the howl of his soul
in the lotus curves of this windy fire, intuitively whispering
the mysteries of your symbol. This twisting fabric of
space turned into the boat of time. We are time travellers,
we wrap moments into the motions of our thoughts
into sophisticated pieces of eternal simplicity, beneath the
elliptically formed bones of your silhouette-- that which
is mirrored into the fierce friction of rippling echo
of your locations electrically connecting the person in
my soul, my folded sea of lucid dreams. MY BEING--
wrapped inside a paper plane called your heart. Lets fly.
Our ship is a crystalline wings of the long lost dragon,
that dragon whose eyes would look at a constellation of
your choice, and find the frequency to fly you home.
Your solar plexus spinning faster than this galaxy, galaxies-
where your paths cross the water of stillness,
a mountain of nothingness, into the blueness of a spiraling
symphony of your naval synchronicity. This is where
you belong, beyond the dimension of a long rooted
dreams of crawling social animals. Can this be a wormhole?
It is a wormhole blinking as the stars of your night,
your days strange ways sprouting into the life we know as,
evolving from an unicellular microorganism to
an organism capable of writing a book for you, a poem
about your toenails, and the beauty of that'nss---
this'ness, resonant perfection bombarded by the symbiotic
dance of proximity. We are pyromaniacs. Can you feel this?

This mutating merger of the ultimate 'chaos' called LOVE.
Can you feel this? The knots of forbidden gods. Can you be this?
LOVE!