rising up
his every touch overwhelmed me utterly;
the passion and gentleness made my body
to tremble in his waves with foamy senses,
my limbs to feel effervescently frissons
in semitones of blues equal with lapis-lazuli
out of the edge of the love's galaxy, melted
in our emotion's sound, deeply like an ocean,
able to resurrect any metaphor to the rank of
bohemian experience for rising up ecstasy
