The Mixing of Colors

The heart recognizes
what the soul’s known forever.
And on we go, linking our past to our future,
interweaving the fabric of lives together.

There is a storm outside.
There is a storm inside…
the one without has taken over,
and we are inwardly, peacefully, reconciled.

Love is exchanged along the nexus
where I cease to exist and You without beginning or end
on both sides of a touch, senses gather
to span the distance of this wanting within.

Oh sweet remembrance in this newness of You
In once lost chambers of my own design
Your hands, my eyes, my lips, Your tongue
stir fires from stars, placed by You, the Divine.

Each sigh, a stroke of ink on the page
Each kiss, a hue of intensity
Poised in the frame of the Artful’s will
we become a painting only angels can see.

(a collaboration)

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2 Responses to The Mixing of Colors

  1. Avatar Anonymous
    Anonymous says:

    Congratulations to you both.