Sacred geometry, the divine , the ethereal properties and affinities of our inner selves. One higher point reaching, straining to bridge with another. Elevated, and from such a vantage point only love can understand the shifting landscape below.
Heaven will only know what only my eyes can say, for they have watched you sleeping, beauty faithful to nature’s graces. Peer beyond the aqueous lens, stare unblinking through my pupils and witness that which sets my heart aloft.
One kiss is all it took to bring me here. One breathless rush of warmth and velvet.
One glimpse . . .
One proof of mortal angels . . .
One apparition of Cytherean adoration . . .
One true woman