By Scott Thomas Outlar
Something stirs in my soul
whenever thoughts of you fill the air,
and I breathe in the essence
of your oxygen
like a man starving for sustenance.
Deep into my lungs
enters your spirit,
and I can hear the pace
of my excited heart quicken
as the blood is brought to a boil.
Consciousness explodes…
My organs are set on fire…
Color splashes against white walls…
A living rainbow appears in the sky…
How can I explain this amazing feeling?
What words can accurately describe such emotions?
Let it rest! Leave it be!
There is no language
to fully express the magic
of your miraculous divinity.
There is no tongue
that can speak calmly
and so I babble about your beauty.
Love by any other name
is still a rising flame,
is now a rose without thorns,
is now pleasure without pain,
is now your verse I am compelled to sing!
2 comments
Love can fill one up to the point of exertion
Hmmmm… This write-up reminds me of a song “love is like oxygen” by a British band “sweet”… Love is like oxygen, You get too much, you get too high.. Not enough, and you’re gonna die… Well, love is a beautiful thing, it is sweet and sour, depending on how it is being used.