Ylang Ylang
Conspicuously transcribed
on the edge of your birthmark,
much like in the lines on my palm,
lives our tale.
Burning Sky breezes
engulf warm monsoon rains.
Sacred mountains growing so steep
they carried us closer.
Thunder dreaming nights I woke
to the feeling of you again.
Against all odds -
an Ocean
where it meets the Desert's end.
Our Sea of love
has washed up upon innumerable
islands of consciousness,
giving birth
to a million different incarnations.
Meet me there - our place - on the illuminated
plateaus
where Creation and Humanity meet.
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