You pull me
like a magnet
to where fields of cosmos
lie endless
beneath a golden sky
as the sun dances
in its zenith
to the music of our souls.
There where its light
hits the patch of darkness
in my spirit,
washing it off the rubble
left
by swarms of beasts
from my infernal nightmares.
The force you cast
each time
a smile forms
on your lips
cools and softens
the heated molten rocks
that had clung
to my countenance,
falling off the pink petals
under our bodies
as we lie
rid of strain and disquiet.
And the sludge
turns into dew
at their touch.
In our paradise
where the sun sets
only
when we close our eyes
to dream,
the cosmos wards
the most vicious intruders
in the quietude
we’ve found;
here
beside each other
while horns resound
and thunders clap
outside our sphere,
until the next sunrise.
Fields of Cosmos
July 1, 2022
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