before I
Maia in dance
in twirling galaxies
of like great gems
universes of aliveness
flashing, sparkling, twinkling novas
in her palms
fluttering fingers,
hiding, revealing
eyelids
with oceanas of clarity reflecting beneath
satirical diamonds and stone gems
embedded fingernails, limbs
bounded by precious metals,
postures of every imaginable virtue
expounding of ever futile
symbols of love,
around her
slashing of space,
bells of thundering beats
pounds the earth
to stone
on path of star becoming,
hips entraps movement of eyes
into a chase in false true freedom
moons in poor disguises of ever new
of change
unveiled
with great leaps in time
all dreams caught in a breath
almost drowned
of Maia's eternal dance
before I
a chalice of unending dreams
forever ever filled
becomes toxic suffocation
how does one to live alive
in a dream of house
a house of ethereal dreams
how is the thirst of dreams be quenched
its hunger satiated comfortably in comfort
how many paradise of dreams can mother Gaia make true
alike a breeding nurse
her hoard at sore nipples
maniacal sucklings
hungrily swallowing in all
almost to drown
willingly releasing to fate one's next breath
for another ballooning mouthful of dreams
before I
the chalice of ever fulfilling dreams
luster lost from impolite lips
rim staggered
jagged from the tests
of teeth and tooth and claw
if could be drowned in a pool of dreams
what more the unending tide of a sea of
Maia
ever reflected
in all light
within all shadows
in deepest corners of hearts
and on everything
the eyes intrude
with prying minds
in hypnotic dance
Maia
is almost her
the mother
Gaia
before I
the chalice of ever fulfilled love
scented of Maia
tasting of all illusions
if in not illusions
where true source
of reflections
are hidden,
then where
in sensuous dance
Maia reveals
enough to show
not enough to tantalise
how touch when is forever in chase
how is chaste to sacrifice to love
where the tombs
of selfless chastity
in chase
none shall know
before I
the chalice of empty
too is forever filled
in unending emptiness of empty
forever ever in readiness
for unending to fill
pious averting from eyes
of sister
Maia in her unseen nakedness
no more of captured
imprinted reflected moments
only alive of visions
in the grove
of first reality
of Gaia given eyes
Maia in her truest beauty
resplendent of all and in of
Maia, mother, given treasures
a life of aliveness
before I
only I was
and Maia is
forever in moment of eternal dance
with i
~third_eye @SHaYAP©
~edit~ Maia whispered something
Source: before I, was i, I
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