You sashay in the
atria of Quan Jin\'s
vast essence serenading
comets to suspend in the
blink of your radiance
I break on the
ephemeral whisper
of your cerulean breath
just to find sanctuary
in the sigh of your
ruby hued third eye
dying for u to sing
burn perpetual grace
into the quintessence of
a slumbering synesthesia
spectrum complete
even pristine
everlasting harmony
pacifies muerte.