Explorer Of Love Poem by Leah Ayliffe
Explorer Of Love
I want to travel over the hills of your heart.
I want to dive into the depths that is the ocean of your soul.
I want to speed down the electric lanes of your mind.
You are something other than what I've known of humankind, and I'm ready to discover why you've remained a secret yet defined.
I live to travel and I have seen the world that belongs to everyone.
But what I dream about is travelling to the unexplored, the unknown.
I want to see the world that is you, the worlds that live inside like a hidden treasure, an island keeping your secrets.
I want to make claim as the grand explorer of your seas and deem this new world all my own.
Do your best to test my sails for I can weather any storm.
Queen to your heart as you are the king in mine.
Goddess to your soul as you are the God of mine.
Ruler of your mind as you dominate mine.
I want to travel in your veins and be a source of life.
I want to spend the rest of time discovering, learning, loving,
your body soul and mind.
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4/30/2024 7:45:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is a poem of Liberation and Fulfillment. I read it after reading and commenting on SUNDAY LOVE but it conforms everything I said in reaction to that poem. This is a visionary poem that is rooted in reality and it will pull that reality (which is always limited) into its higher plane of being. (In contrast, I write visionary poems rooted in the Imagination that have no connection to reality; they only exist in the IMAGINAL world.) I sense a readiness and momentum in this poem; it's a fully charged source of energy. Not all poems can be the basis for life actions, and it's always a risk to follow the visionary B-U-T that's the way back to the Paradise Garden! which is our birthright. Don't share what I'm saying poetically with a prose person, they think there is only one sanity and everything else is insanity. They would never embrace Hart Crane's ethos of Eros: And so it was that I entered the broken world / To trace the visionary company of love, its voice / An instant in the wind... That sky lifts love in its shower. (THE BROKEN TOWER)