Newly-Felt.
Festooned in non-expressible
whispers of More
an anonymous force brews
wine on dregs
of untasted happiness
while pain pierces absence
of contact-addiction.
Cocooned in ruffles of waking
love-scape pleasure
arises to galvanise dreams
of sipped penetration
to feed mind with Maybe
as mutation begins.
Pity the state of reshapen
distance which
contracts and withers
when half-hearted
grows wings and starts
to implode.
Sparks like stars
light the way to move
mountains
for newly-felt love.