eyes flash heart beats in tandem
a waiting game
a predilection given over
the tempo aligns
the dance begins
an orbit around atmospheres
the tasting of ether
a blend of intoxication
and indoctrination
the scent of temptation lingers
a supple notion takes form
twisting and winding of a breath
interchanged with promise
a heavy countenance of anticipation
yet, touch was refused
and together they imagined
a different existence
beyond the plane of reality
to a place in the future
where two souls merge
into one magnificent phoenix
where love is always revived
in the tiny hope conceived
in each other's eyes.
I agree with Cascade's
I agree with Cascade's comment . . . this is a magnificent poem!
Starward