Supernova Seduction

I want to lick your supernova.

I want to play with the galaxies of your heart.

I want to hear you sigh as I caress the birth of the universe.

Softly across your skin.

Whoever thought sin could be so divine?

Right here we are gods.

Right now we can explore what it means

To live
Or love
Or feel.

You think of me and I see worlds in your eyes.

A beautiful synopsis of a divine situation.

We were born in this universal chaos.

Then we kiss.

And all is destroyed
And begins again.

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About Universal Shift

I am the Sonata Unusual. I coat myself with some obtuse angle too far below zero to become any warmer. I create motivation, activate schemas, moisten gardens with scents of natural honeydew. Construct this meaning, you sleepy flock. Silence your singing—despairing contortions out of tune. Shatter the brittle butterfly glass with your hideous wailing. I am born of my god’s imagination. When I die I shall meet him. For there are many things to discuss over tea…or scotch.

Posted on May 9, 2012, in Author, Philosophy, poetry, Religion and Spirituality, Spirituality, writing and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Love this. It’s a sexy read.

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