Echoes
by, Max Booth
Hands twirled in wild hair
Eyes caught in reassuring clouds
Blinking in unison
Bodies sinking in surrounding grass
Sensations wished to last
Two in one
Never done
Moving as a single being
Harmonic lips begin to sing
The lovers' song
To which we belong
A perfect trinity
Of confessional infinity
Whispers into your ear
And echoes back towards me
Peace is here
Conquering any fear
of
falling
Arms wide open
Bound in our radiant hue
Forever catching you
Echoes bouncing and spiraling
Aspiring to conspire incessant inspiring
Conceived during connected reveries
For every ounce used to gain our desire
Revealing bliss as we venture higher
A level which can only progress
Living in our own astral awareness
Heart beating at a supersonic pace
A yearned triplet with symphonic grace
As the echoes reverberate through our core
And the two halves beg,
beg
for more...
