Coming out the womb,

Made of my mother and father,

I’ve been made from their love.

Born I’ve been made, a witness to divine love.

I felt from my eyes, I touch with my soul.

A child given with senses beyond the years.

Slowly becoming of it. Different from the rest.

A Wonderlust child,

A man with flowers told me my name,


(Meaning of Wild Flowers)

You are beautiful, wild and untamed.

He spoke of my past, revealing my future.

He said,

“You can see more than others.”

“The ability to control and feel beyond this realm”

I loved how he can see me, for no other can.

Stirring my passionate thoughts,

My secret to give, will no longer be.

For the man of flowers has pull the cover.

I can no longer hide from you…

I see & feel right though you…

This is the secret I’ve kept

I’ve always have and always will seek, Beloved.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋



You can say you’ve had many lovers to last a lifetime.

You can share your body with countless others in this life.

To try and reach what you most desire.

But how many have you ever come close to becoming one?

Tell me.

Where the first time the soul is revealed in the most nakedness.

Speech becomes one in the same….

A language created from two souls.

Only spoken though body and soul.

It is their language,

Rarity of perfection under piercing love. 

The soul is the last chapter of the mending

It is what holds the body and mind together

It is from this substance,

 of becoming one.

The bonding of emotions, is that

of the lovers hidden language.

One and the same, Beloved.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋


The things I know,

Is what I’ve become.

My past, present & future

is what has made me and will be.

The holder of the all things of love.

beyond skin & bone

Blood Ties

Thicker than oil,

Fluid like wine,

This is the ending of all souls,

Like you and I.


⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋


Make love that makes the physical jealous,

Speak words deeper than tongue throat kisses,

 Telepathic thrust,

Hot blooded rush,

In this order of trust,

Follow though,

From start to finish,

Mind, Body & Soul.


⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

The Whispering Night

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest Souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.” – Khalil Gibran

It has brought itself to the surface. The moment where silence has settled. Here, where darkness starts to remove the layers of my mind. Night as fallen to be here, with me. Spending time to reach into the soul desperately searching for a lost child. My most inner parts of my being is exposed piece by piece. How it always has it’s ways, foraging the elaboration of emotion within me. Softly tearing and pulling apart. Persistently stirring intimate thoughts of becoming. I am in love with it all. Whispering my deepest love and dreadful fears back to me. Unafraid I’ve become, more than human I’ve been made. To love more than human like as the whispering night.

What have you’ve done to me my love?….

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋