Illimitable Spiral

This life - rotates in constantly circular motions, my friend;

Concessions, metronomes continue to vend.

Like the symbols in the strokes of this inky current;

The various invariables, the fundamentals  

Often contradict – divergent, yet are concurrent.

An endless sphere of increases – each is incremental.

Similar emotions, different amounts.

Clocks: the finite tallies – and the infinite counts.

Track along the circle – this spiraling trend…

This course is parallel and inverted,

This course is one that will blend;

This course is never diverted,

The answer must arrive at the end.

Wheels in the mind is spinning - rolling with doubt;

Methodical, cyclic, in a bout about…

…About what exactly? Can anyone tell:

The vices of heaven, the virtues of hell?

Perhaps the two of them – are inverted,

Perhaps the two somehow blend,

Perhaps the two are never diverted,      

Perhaps there`s an answer in the end?  

…Pursue the circle, pursue the spiraling trend.

Neurological – the estimates and counts;

Veridicality arrives in minute amounts.

Each increase in the understanding is Incremental.

Knowledge and ignorance are curiously concurrent.  

While the aspect of life – which is most fundamental,

Is the seconds and hours passing – in the current.

This life - rotates in constantly circular motions, my friend;

Concessions, metronomes continue to vend.

Composed By: A.D.

The Apple

The Apple 

The imagination searched for inspiration, 

Through old leaves without cessation;

When the ears fancied they heard a song 

From a plover (the chirping of my lover),

On a distant birch calling my spirit to her perch.

So, without fear the essence followed along.

The full moon above was cairngorm, 

As I searched for her melodious form.

Led past ash and alder, from my vast stone city. 

Flying counsel multiplies, the journeying  heart complies;

Heeding her advice, which was given once, twice, thrice.

I arrived at a cache, a dale with a pool so pretty.

There, by the motionless stream,

(Clothed in Eden) was a bathing dream.

I grew faint from her perfect feminine allure.

Her silken hair billows, like the branches of willows;

Flowers of whitethorn, her moonlit skin; hair like fresh corn.

Held in restraint, my soul enthralled, body in adoring barm. 

I stood rooted, like an oak, her humming lips were the color of holly.

Then, her eyes shed my thickets cloak; and I swooned, like an archers volley.

When I came to, I was supine; her azure oceans were locked on my hazel brines.

O, to taste her ocular wine - the four intertwined- two pairs of optical vines.

Reality was inverted, her smile like ivy, I completely infected;

And yet, curiously, each moment I felt the grin curatively effected. 

Confusion. No sense of past or present tense.

Illusion? The mind dense, feelings - intense.

Stasis and suspense.

I must know if she is merely a reverie!

Do the eyes truly see - perceive that she is a descendant of Calliope?

Could it possibly be - in chrysolite  grove, a modern Aphrodite?

Still she, with her stare, suspends all foolish enquiry .

Caressingly she feeds me, her labium delicacy;

Moist ambrosia, pomegranate captivating efficacy.

What is time, to our passionate osculation? 

Our intimate copulation defies all calculation.

Her hips like the full moon - rises then dips;

My lips are the horizon and await the celestial trips.

Hands like the branches interlocked and sultry as they sway;

The sound of rustling, and amorous glances, as the leaves play.

Poetic lust and sincere love in juxtaposition,

Fusion occurs, as a dyad morphs into a single position.

Her desire is unyielding, and her body is limber;

I in ardor, am obsequious, but my flesh is timber.

She is the bark which conceals the lumber.

The body and social punctilios - do not encumber.

Hidden within her integument, no longer empty;

Despite quivers and shivers, her legs don't flee.

Pleasure arrives in endless waves - undulating motion;

Simultaneously it came, both our culminations.

She drenches with inspiration, I with supplications;

In one final orgastic crest, we become a tranquil ocean.

We lay without shame, tame, guiltless on the sylvan shore.

Flames still dress each frame, despite bodies covered in the downpour.

Finally the most gently kiss,

I unexpectedly awake from the trance.

But I can still feel the bliss

Of my absolutely angelic nymph, and fee her loving glance. 

Composed by: A.D.