on the edge of your birthmark,
much like in the lines on my palm,
the promise of our love.
Fragrant gentle morning breezes
engulf warm monsoon rains.
Sacred mountains growing so steep
they carried us closer.
Against all odds;
an ocean of water
where it meets the desert's end.
Our sea of love
which extends forever,
has washed up upon so many
different islands of consciousness,
and has given birth
to a million different incarnations
Stormy nights I woke
to the scent of you visiting me yet again
on the illuminated plateaus
where creation and humanity meet.
where only love is the deciding factor
and ancient promises still reside.
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