Once upon perfection there you lay, in an ebony path untrodden, across the table, across the room, across the floor, across the sofa, shinning a light of pearl in my dismal face.
Once upon perfection there I was, a toddler traveller, lost in a maze of silent music, stumbling over the crevasses of desire, mesmerized in beauty, conjuring foolish tricks of folly, for I was nothing but a fool, full, intoxicated, with the inebriating scent of delicacy, with the inebriating side-glance smile, the half-shinning eye, which I pursued in you.
Once upon perfection my sofa burned with the wind of your soft breath, my lips vanished into eidolons of desire, the nightly air was oozing with the flavor of the heart’s unspoken murmur, and it stood steady, and it skipped a silent beat, to be, just to be, stretched to infinity inside the contours of your skin.
Once upon perfection there we were, melting into each other, whirlpooling our emotions into the maelstrom of memories, which clashed together as our understanding draw near, and draw us near, until one end was the beginning of another story, sang in firelight, hushed into caves of wonder and pyramids of passion and pages of poetry.
Once upon perfection nothing ends, the colors expand, explode and ecstasiate, kisses engulf forgotten goodbyes, and the waves of your hair snuggle between my fingers, taking me on a journey, redeeming, purifying, igniting my heart.
Once upon perfection let me tell you a story, I know your light, I come near, I see my reflection in your eyes, I am lost in your ethereal soul, I tremble, I sigh, I bow, I fear, I hope, I conquer, I fade, I see, I feel, I know, I am.
Once upon perfection I am here, I am available, and I am me, and that’s all I can offer, burning silently with these bare hands, shoveling snowy paths of glory, ascending, yelling, kneeling, knowing, feeling, feeling you.
Once upon perfection, the galaxy surrenders to your imperfect whim, and the visceral want of being eclipses the ages of madness. Heed to my romance, surrender to my plea, instill, unsettle, unrest my fire, so that it can consume, and conquer, and care, and caress, and burn me into you.
Once upon perfection there are no more stories, but the story of us, forever after, and I know, I just know, the colors of your song.
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