The Change Poem by Lorenzo Costigliolo

The visions behind closed lids
kaleidoscope of colors
blending hues of me into
vibrant hues of you
leave me swooning in a swirl
of rainbows arching flying buttresses
angelic halos echoing lingering mist
as your warm breath mingled with mine
leads me into the aether regions
rising slowly, ever so much so –
the frisson – tingle of your rougher lips
on mine intermixing salivary fluids
as nectarous liquour lifts by being
up to your overwhelming massive self,
your arms like oaken branches
enveloping my more fragile self
a sprig amidst the flurry of protective limbs
grasping me in tenacious grip
mine tenuous, tentative, slight doubt
spurred on by rising fear of your unknown.

Your ample essence to which my self was pressed
absorbed me willingly – with hesitance,
the pounding of just my heart grown weaker
as it entered you, the lifelessness
of your spirit inhaling myself
into your vacuous cavity
now filled with all my hopes and fears,
unblinking eyes of mine streamed with your tears
of dewy moisture evaporated
between your cheeks and mine.
My limp limbs loosely hung
drape by reluctant sides;
they feel your rhythmic flow
new enter my now heaving self
a metronome of contrapuntal beats
my heart now yours,
I breathless, lifeless,
immortal, having now become the entity
that once was I, you taking over me,
no witness to the miracle of this,
our loving metamorphosis.