Atomic connection

Tickle my neurons
My vocal cords giggle. tehe =)

The corks of my atoms pop and sparkle with divinity as the fabric of you collides with the fabric of me.

A trillion times our souls connect with just the touching of our fingertips.

And the god of nature, in infinite perfection and love also gives his trillion blessings in that touch.

Whether pursing our potent lips or as dust throughout time we will always share one pair of electrons that in their nuclear necessity shed, and that will embrace like the shadows of our souls for all of time.

We will toast with God as our love pours like an eternal champagne from the corks of my atoms.

Paper:

Whispers of the late night,
why can't we let it be,
why can't i write as fast as I think... too slow.
I'm bleeding onto the page,
my ink is my lifeblood.
I live in life and paper.

I adore the frantic scribble of graphite across the crinkled yellow paper,
late at night when my uneasy mind cannot be restrained.

It pours out in messy grey script, shuffle, scratch, shuffle, swish, jot, jab.
Listen to me write my life across the page.

It's imperfect scrawl is one of the masks of my formless soul
My soul in graphic scribbles on yellow paper.