The Flood, It Comes

In your fingertips
I find a sweet indulgence,
perspiration transferred moments
That reap out sensational nonsense.

In your arms
I find safety, security,
a feeling unknown to these winds
But welcomed more than ever.

In your eyes
I find jaded happiness,
twisted mingles of smiles
And a joy of staring back.

In your heart
I find undiluted desire,
a pull toward this being
That hastens the heat in my veins.

In your mind
I find unresolved freedom,
the contemplative states of many
Soon to discover more thoroughly.

In your soul
I find the most important light,
a gleaming of purity and beauty
A sight not befit for eyes,
so instead I look onto with my own soul.

With intuition I reach inward,
grasping at this presence of You
and wanting to become more apart of it.
So you have let me in,
time falls apart at its seams,
Dreams dance as lurid fire blazes through this capsule,
and thanks for the invitation inside.

In your soul,
I find a sliver of difference,
another existence new to here…
and now I know it is my soul,
the place in which its touched upon your Earth,
eroded a nice little nestling spot,
and my waters have filled the hole with exuberance.
I flow freely into you now and forever,
whether we are near or far there will always be
a pool of me inside the deepest parts of you.