Nude Spaces
closely knit blood vessels intertwined as the cathedral of ONE self-standing electrical impulses interpolated in natural condensation of love drumbeats breaking barriers as carriers of irony and charm mingling deep into the void as the lover's breath in radiating calm what is iniquity when in a dream? and when the dream is life... the lotus as it grows in the bewildered embrace, is it YOU who decides? was the universal ocean churned by the gods or the lovers? or... or, did the union of the love sprout as the oceans? who nestles in the heart? the impulse or the ONE? or is it the poetry of love, can it ever be found? is this poetry a foolish prattle trying to settle in the ceaseless cradle of a dream the silent screams of ignorance claiming to be one with the pearls of pleasureful thrills are you quite enough to hear this? ...the silence between the nude spaces