Appensions of Lucero

You’re peaceful.

The stillness of a stagnant night resides in your aura.

Every a few second, you abscond with a soft breeze of my oxygen I hold reserve.

I don’t mind.

I share my breathe with only few.

Your embonpoint swells and unbends to the rhythm the universe has assigned to my soul.

It is a sensation hardly noticeable.

I feel a cessation of existence,

For a creation of my making one would describe such nullity as happiness.

Divergent makers, Divergent sufferings.

I whisper sotto voce’s only perceptible to a macrocosm, in reference to your being.

Within this exclamation it is received into the cosmos that not only have I taken from your soul as a favourite,

I have allowed fragments of my souls to be stored within your make.

For my restitution, as well as your prosperity.

Though antithetical in our makes...

We are one.

I Thank you