American Heart

you breathe dancing gardenias sleeping in the curves
of my intimacy. your voice is a full stop in eternity
nothing more. nothing less. parapets of your geometry
my 'olympian laughter'. Nietzsche whispers. altars
wedding vows of spring. I look back; you are magic
the American God paraphrasing haiku in honey
inside my free verse fishnets; consummate madness
evidently incomplete poetry. I peer into your window
your couch. my typology. fragrance of your topology
a lamp smiles. I forge your signatures on my body
I write the names of your streets. I record every syllable
of your alchemy on my skin. I listen to your breathing
the sound of lilies soaked in epiphanies. vacuum. dust
maroon chenille rubbing against my lips. our mouths
synagogues, temples, searching for human Gods
wild fires, hearts unhinged, rooms without walls
ceilings with aurora lights, hungry beneath tongues
tasting delight. the American heart; an entire universe
stirring in my sleep. a poem is not enough to touch
the theatre of your fantasy. you are a soft feather
the dance of nine clouds. unscripted. innocent
the wishbone of Greek Gods. no light needed
you see everything. I peer into your diamond heartj
the gold of everything. your unbroken spirit within
pale meadows of my longing. this world is not enough
not the other. or the other. the scent of your baptismal
water purifies my sin. I can feel you. a poet's structural 
necessity. your forgiving holds rivers. your hands hold
my bridges. the weight of your goodness fights my fighting
long shadows of bodies rising. twin flames. soulmates
a politically incorrect woman takes centre stage. 
you indulge my insanity. you open your steel armor
clear blue skies melt inside the streams of your brown eyes
you open your heart. the world is a better place. immortal
eternal. cosmology. you are the sky. you are the ground
the world's music begins and ends with your heart beat.
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