Eye of the Beloved

I behold your eye. 

To my lips, your vision flavors my tongue with adjectives.

What will your brown sapphires show me next?

What juxtaposition exist behind the mist of equations?

I do not need to know today, quenched now, my dreams tonight

will empty me and I will thirst for more, awakening wrapped in your fox tail.

A new day, a new way, a new path we see before us. 

Stepping stones rise above the bronze pine beds from the asking.

We dance and play in the balance.

You paint the world with a glance and fill it with a thought.

I am engulfed!

Behold me my beloved, for I belong to Us.

~ the Artist Sohbet