Centres: “circling worlds”

Milton

  Seems I awakened to my own words, serapax in hand, must have written on wordpress, my one and only thought

So here, in summary, breath in, breath out, ocean flow, life or death, matters little to me in my life, serapax revealed

My soul, I thought you’d like to know, people speak untruly, I’m only me, want to get to know your world,

To give myself completely, for otherwise the world I’m in means very little, my soul wrote, in summary:

  On count 13, drowned of hope, a smiling man asked for directions, his smile cheered me, I dared a smile, and

Barrage of insults flew like swarming wasps, aimed straight to sting my soul – she’s not even gay – always

Today, in my world and wondered about you in yours, looking out your car window into mine, brow mysterious

For me, in my world, but, reflecting you, or? does anyone know you? In mirror to find you where was

Your car today? Someone who goes thru my life as a dark butterfly, what sustains you to rise,

The sunshine circle, binding, do I help sustain you in your strength, does beauty mean you love me, oppose inhumans?

Who are you, pulled together by stars that hesitate, like virgin-stars, reaching out, finding you?

Circling world’s that meet in love, circles as each one is pulled thru together, the centre is always you, love’s gravity

But I’d like to be near your body, to feel our bodies commingled in warmth, our hearts beating, synchronised worlds