Your impulse
runs deep.
That I've felt your hands upon mine once could be considered
divine intervention.
My Terran flesh, swept
by your wing's utopian pinions
Your modulation crashed into my dark world, as
Your lips parted with meteoric shockwave,
an instrument only played & heard in halls of myth
Your elysian thrumming rampaged across my soul.
transcending some mortal coil of even a thousand worlds.
My yearning for your oceanic gaze, unwavering
How I've longed to craft fables which truly encapsulate your cosmogonic beauty.
My impulse
Runs deep.