one's diet of perceptions
is each person's nervous system,
salivating for emotional input,
wanting for a flash-flood
of another's body heat,
unexpectedly a cloud-break
of basking-in sunlight,
a tidal wave of aroma
from rose-hearts embracing,
the lightening of a mood swing
previous unexperienced,
the trap-door breakthrough
of a deeper sense of self-love,
the avalanche of inward earnestness,
unabated in passing into form,
an overnight forest of true love
presenting in the surround,
rain passing as lip-sinking,
an unstoppable mood swing arising,
a headache so intense
that pleasure becomes the outcome,
a feeling so strong
that its presence is like wardrobe-worn,
a sense of being
beyond sensory assignment's deliverance,
a levity of touch
so that another's being is cleansed to light,
the split-second end of all wanting
in the onrush of one's own being,
where feeling has a mind of its own
is ever the continuance,
where experience of oneself is
as a river, ever the outpour,
where one touch ever bonds,
is passed on, going forward,
where speech falls away
for common mind mutually shared,
where all karmic lessons end
in a mutuality of glowing smiles,
where perception ends its intake-method
as separate from,
and where liquidity
is one's sense of beingness,
flowing throughout the day . . .
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