Bloom Poem by Crystal Korzinsky Chambers

It is your eyes that pierce
the magic between us,
though the magic you can't possibly see.
Pitty for me.
The warm breath escaping
your poetically designed nostrils
aflare with fervor for the beauty
in the world around you.
How so like an Eldarborne.
Bold world, your realm upheaves us
in a tantric flury, if only in my mind
Proud are the ringlets that border the glow
shining forth from your facade
I feel the lines under my fingers when
my eyes are tighly shut.
High brow musters the intangible delectation
sweeping from aspects shorn away
Discovering the square delight
encompassing your lean lips,
letting escape the echo of the resounding
nature of the dietous nature in your idyllic facade
Baroque stillness perpetrates
a listless call deep within your helm,
bourgeoning minons of followers
who would make your their own.
If only they could.
Trapped by the imaginative accessibility
the mind creates when we struggle to find love.
My star is counted within that tapestry,
and the thread is long to be sure,
I hold it tight while I sleep,
breaking the tedium of every day nature.
So like spry youth, and ageless of soul
like the Eldarborne.
In you the world would place their holding,
allowing themselves a requiem of delight,
if only when their eyes are tightly shut.
As would I...