... autumn of our saga

Hopes gather, they vibrate surrounding me with their signals for instant karma; arriving from my north, merging themselves quite elegantly with the freedom in my dreams… so that I can have options once more, fresh fortune in another autumn of my saga.

Way too many structural reforms of my soul tissue have already invited themselves in, in an age when soul poverty is extinct and long forgotten. Changes reshaping me on a cellular base, I can feel those added chromosomes to the niche, enriching me. All those thirsty fiends inside me roaring in restlessness for this new age, my age of plenty… when I have options once more, in another colorful autumn of my saga.

And into the core of all these sensations lies a true woman, safe and secure, protected with my substance of life; giving me purpose, defining me… when my options are firmly situated within her, when our freedoms merge in this state of two… in another autumn of our saga.

Nameless, undenied

In the dark of this short summer night lights are nowhere to be found, contours of the bodies are no more, so I accept to be guided only by your fragrances… I don’t need my eyes to see you, I need to feel you. You’re somewhere near, trying to catch a breather. Somehow you manage to put a soft satisfying moan every time you exhale. Seductive fragrances and most darling noises, that’s the making of the beauty in your youth…

In the black of this night lying right by your side, thoughts are expelled into some unknown region beyond my reach. I can only feel…

You provoke goose bumps on the soul tissue, and I feel changes stirring freshness in those solitary depths where my build meets essence. Demolition of all deranged conditions earned in peril and hardship, blood and sweat; in all those years that were. And I forget my past, my breath and every single thing I thought I knew about the times to come. I even forget my name, resting in this comfort of our pleasure, nameless.

There is no ego, I am undenied…