[Hypothetically]
If you visited only as occasionally as Sahara rain,
I'd still be heated; impatiently waiting for you,
with emotions masquerading through
what covered eyes can't divulge,
as we move with an impulse,
[Exponentially]
...putting on...
Act II in Scene III
of this marionette show;
cold shoulders we refuse to detach
from our life's energy
Fall.
[Metaphorically]
We could soar through free air
with bondage broken in wind
as shackles removed from our souls
turn to
distant scars
from memory's mercy
recollected through trial and error
In this cold, cold world.
[Realistically]
Speaking
from mutual perspectives,
On the longest day we discovered
we're connected on this level
at this particular time in our
Spiritual Evolution.
Do we really want to ruin this?
[Rhetorically]