” Loving is a journey with water and with stars, with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour. Loving is a clash of lightning bolts and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey.’ Neruda
I swoon and arch my neck reaching for his nektar
Loving is a journey of the heroes kind
epiphany the only victory and poetry for proof
sinking into deeper vulnerability through points of light
confabulated or originated
loving bathes me in my own humility slitting my throat and opening my legs.
true voice is true love
a humming baritone amongst the scented petals
love is my tongue sliding through the mud
always the mud rich and flavoursome
inhaling rain and feeling the sting
Immersed in the music of invisible sensation
rolling throughly underneath my naked airs
and wet
sliding from the womb of an old paradigm
undoing into magic through gateways of vibration
left is right and right is left and love is a syllable that reverberates
boiling water
bringing your chest closer
slicing and levitating monoliths
Silver Poetry 
As always an engaging verse.
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I really like this one. I’m a Pablo reader as well.
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Spellbinding, ethereal, and transportive. You are amazing.
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