I want to sculpt with my hands….
Stimulate you with a graceful flourishing of amber
inside the veil of your over whelming….
Gently press against your love wall
and drag the garden out of you..
while I glory in the blossoming
of your brown snow
Dim the lights of your eyelids
and fall deep into your shadow
We blind fold the clock, so he may lose track of time
and know how it is to feel lost
inside the portal
© 2012 Orlando Murcia