when a poetic sweeps through your body
as evidence of a self-applied state,
you become an invitational river
of a warm soothe,
more so than a swim.
as if a bask of rose petals to lay upon
and venture into a sky, eyeful embracing.
you are beyond an experience's grasp,
as a cornerstone of existence of kneading.
you are more of my being, presenting
that I, on my own, could ever find.
you are melody that defines my thought-form instrument,
as symphony existence, worth thoughtfully playing.
you are the miracle of happenstance
that I never could otherwise
comprehend from within.
I am of a now of involuntary permission,
to express that which sweeps through me.
yet there are so many dimensions
that otherwise,
that I lack the complexity of discovery for.
you are the expressed motherboard
of emotional genius.
and you have blessed me
with anointment
from your emotional presence expressed . . .
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