At Your Edge

The mind appears
To be almost in
Amity
An unconscious stage
Of fragrance
Floating
Through a particular
Floral underpass
Calming all
My nerves
Consciousness can be
Culpable
Experienced fragments
At the same time
Ceaselessly
Stitching your tattered
Pieces so
Sufficiently
Unashamed
In a wonder ball
Filled with the
Whole self
You are also
Playful my love
May I climb your
Lattice
Stand at your edge
Offer you a rose
Will you accept my
Gift
Amidst
Your nose
I wish to present
A gorgeous storm
Of grandeur
Passion
Moment by moment
Wrapped in
Arms length
Satisfaction

© GÄ

Published by

Geino Äotsch

|B|arber |M|usic |T|ea I am an artist & an advocate. A spiritual lover. Executive Director for ALARK.org Author of Poeticword.com & tHEtERRYtREE.com Creator & Owner at Goldenlungtea.com Music & Hair at Geinos.com