Celeste Flow

The birthplace of love rests under my chest;

lachrymose joyous threads

glide seamlessly

in shades of celeste.

The birthplace of love pounds

In iridescent beats,

time stands still…

I embrace your spark,

sweet, silent cry…

Sporadic overthinking bursts

cloud my view,

not my soul;

yet in an instant

your timeless glow

unfailingly

Reflects back

the curves of our core.

How can one explain the

exquisite invisible flow

between your

smile

and my soul?

You and I,

Two spirits, one song

You and I,

unfathomable,

sempiternal bond.