He keeps me in the Vanilla Twilight. Cascading thRough the galaxy of invisible imagination.
We're scooping our love out like the last beans of roasted vanilla.
Trying to start over & replenish the lost words from the lost world of our emotions. A distance that holds a aura of love out, in the palm of my hand.
I close my eyes to see the darkness in his light. The elements of the sun whose heat has melted my heart.
Heard his vibrations in the winds of my waves.
Something about Reciting into my eyelids so the words disperse into my pores. Pouring honey filled drops of love unto my heart.
Vanilla.
Tasteful twilights.
-QSS. Neptunes Martian.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
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