Each breath, you peel the layers of reason away.
Stripping the sands of time bare.
Fingertips warm with the prickle of knowledge running along my skin.
Breath lodged in my chest, until a sigh fights for an escape.
Lace formed, symbolic, along the surface we are surrounded in.
Delicate, but raw; a mirror of the gauzy view, under your gaze.
The crush of your grasp echoes our need.
Sliding into the verity this moment brings to life, our calm rises to the beat.
Champagne trickles down the corner of my mouth, reviving a vivacious laughter, we share.
Eyes meeting and drawing the heat in, commanding us to pull close.
Do we dare revel in this moment? In this place?
Physical touch, mingling in the realm of ethereal, until the two bend into one.
Alchemy at hand.
Are we imprinting a new reality?
Wonder swirls, tenderly, building a fiery ache to roar within.
Bound in fervor, released in monumental bliss.
Eyes creating the castle walls, that will provide the way.
A paradox grown of looking out, of looking in.
Words, fallen, thudding hard against the ground;
Weighty things they are upon the soul, raise up the gate.
Symbols unknown to onlooking gaze, are the maxim.
Do you behold the vision?
Patterns of the axiom, reflected in light and dark.
This is the Paradox
