rectangular depictions
dripping in gold frames
eyes transfixed...
inhaling every fiber
absorbing every stroke
the center of the iris of the eye
contracting...
expanding...
in microscopic equations
weighing...
measuring...
the reflections of light from specifically placed pigments
to describe or determine the nature would be a waste of breath...
an explanation would fit more soundly in a sigh
or a sharp intake of breath
when the brain ignites with rhythmic explosions of electric orgasms....
sighful
moan[ahh..]
re-lease[ahh..]
when the feel of an image
can sink into your pores
melt inside
and become one with your everything
your heartbeat in time
with a pulsing star radiating the cosmic wonders
the universe and you collided inside a single moment
coursing, crashing, collide
how long has it been?
since you've felt
without touch...
crash...collide
feel me
and an achingly painful s.l.o.w. step to the next
another piece of art in a long line to gaze upon...
...another moment...before the dust settles on the frame...
How long did you stare?
...into my soul...
Copyright 2004 OLd SouL
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