There may be some confusion, dear
For I have been mistaken
We shouldn't have been there,
Everything tastes like blood
Mandala, color, beauty's open
Door allows our heart's connection
I've been this again, before
And not unlike a riddle
I can feel your skin pulling
Me into your primalcy
The universe has been waiting
For us to arrive together
Hold on! Inside it feels too good
For words, too fast instead
Sunshine blows by
My golden face!
Too subtle to explain, like
A brush against my pallet
And it shook my spine
Until I could not stand
So then we were tall
in perfection of truth