Experiencing tiny bursts of
an aliveness
saturated with your soul.
Waking up to beauty.
Lines of perfection on your temple
lead to exquisite sensations
through every limb.
Drinking in the beloved
with such concentration
is almost too much.
Did I imbibe excessively before rest
that I awoke enraptured,
colorful, a bit mad?
The divine expressed in
arms, kisses, gazes
becomes the blessing of seeing
my own vivacious sentience.
I will remove my wears
allow my flesh to be absorbed
into the familiar
of unadulterated enchantment.
