The Heart's Vortex - Poem by Tsani Jones
The soft notes resound
As the perfect symphony
Of passion's story
Is painted on aural canvas
But is it a ghost?
She felt the first touch
For his energy is pure,
And he felt the first sultry kiss
Knowing she was his mirror.
It amplifies, vibrates,
Warm to soft fingers
Not so much an erotic stroke
As love's eternal conduit.
Luna rides high tonight
On her mighty horse of winds
Watching lucid butterfly wings unfold
Knowing she has given new breath
To one greater than she in her own backdrop.
Have you ever kissed a butterfly?
Did you look the faerie queen
In her sparkling crystal eyes?
And what is the taste of love from its source?
It is every lonely night,
Every empty search,
Every soiree with glorious music
But no dance partners.
It is every battle with unseen enemy,
A kingdom devoid of loyal royalty,
A heart that longs to be filled,
Time that wishes dissolution.
The very sweetness of ambrosia,
The nectar of a man's adoration,
That man becoming king becoming god
Is all of these made whole,
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