Abyss of Beauty

Poetry a soft pink rose of the heart covered in clear drops of dew

So in love with yourself,
you wonder
how can you ever get things done.

Forever gazing into each other’s
endless abyss of beauty.
Entranced in deep rapture,
each ensnaring the other.

In their separation
they are truly one and the same,
singing melodies heart achingly beautiful,
to the brim with soft, thick,
sweet syrupy nectar
dripping down a velvety petal
of a flower
like tears of beauty,
in devotion..

There is nothing more,
nothing more ever needed.
All desires or thought non-existent

Who am I? Who are you?
What is it?
Yet it is
It all just madly and senselessly is.
Orderly Chaos.


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