Violet silk streams
poured over you and me;
arching sky to sea
from coast to coast.
We let it flow free
and ebb when it needs;
our pens collide and depart
like reeds in the breeze.
And through our roots
we preside over earth
together, beside each other.
Cursive clouds curl
feathers on tree burls;
collage or mural
mirageβd destiny.
Liquid plurals
a waltz of corals;
chlorophyll bleached renaissance
fluorescent in hue.
Aureole dew
eyes lifting a lover are
fractals of shared discovery.
New age of an old order,
New ways for an ancient land.
Subtle streams sculpt away borders,
Bare feet swim in stardust sand.
Where I begin, you end; though,
Where I end, you begin again; we
Breathe light, shape shadow
Evolve. (forever, constantly)
Endless state of flux. we
Proceed as we must. free
Will and fate will fight for us. breathe
This air in and feed, combust. lead
Us to still waters, beside pastures. green
And lush; everready, for the blues. seen
In brush of yellow bristle muse. queen,
Pure, sipping grace. lumen,
Essence of king. human
Mortal immortality. wherein
Spirits intertwine, twin. within
Inner sun, not bound by boundaries. skin
Shared; in-scripted intimate sin. begin
Merging tides in a cosmic spin. Win.
Lost in space, we're silent for a time
Fingers sing in lyrical calligraphy
Eyes move rapidly, waking a flow state
Woven pulses beat where threads unwind
Apeiron quivers draw arches in aetheric apex
Our spherical harmonies form
Our forms harmonize in a chamber
Within this space, our evolving myth ignites
Δtar of us for this magic we produce
Truth transcending figure beyond human prose
Forever limitless, where dualities align
This is gorgeous!
It reads like a cosmic love poem merged with a metaphysical meditation.
Fluid and timeless.
Thank you for blessing us yet again.
this feels like watching two consciousnesses dissolve into each other through language itself π¦ the way "our pens collide and depart like reeds" makes writing feel organic, almost accidentally touching then drifting. β¨linguistic intimacyβ¨
the whole piece breathes like one long inhale where boundaries just... stop mattering "where I begin, you end / where I end, you begin again" reads like spiritual recursion, an infinite loop of becoming each other. the formal play with those internal rhymes (skin/within/begin/spin/win) creates this hypnotic pull, like being drawn into someone else's rhythm until you can't find your own edges anymore πΊ
"fingers sing in lyrical calligraphy" might be the most beautiful description of collaborative creation. bodies becoming instruments, making visual music together. then that shift to "Δtar of us" using the sacred fire reference... turning two people into something almost alchemical.
the ending kills me: "forever limitless, where dualities align" π§ not dualities merging but aligning, still two things but moving in perfect parallel. cosmic spin that never quite touches but never quite separates. gorgeous gorgeous.