I feel safe from everything except the end
She has warmth that protects me
From tangible physical agonies
Yet mysteries scare me still.
I stare closely at her eyes
In that moment proof of immortality
They transcend death easily.
Graceful they guide me through fear
Fearless so that I can hide under their gaze
And know they shall not be compromised
By mortal paranoia
By society’s inertia
Which subsides. Brown Morphine.
I ask her to look to the ceiling
And I travel wistfully along the arteries which
Like streams of eternity
Separate and disappear into white
Pure and untainted white.
Red blood of her beauty streams
Shoots into the masterpieces that I
So grateful for their existence
Descend into peacefully.