This Abstract Kiss curves and turns the tell-tales
of the corresponding sense waves that move your tinkering thought,

Directed by a mutual muse;
our virtual use of word of mouth ensues
after a showy picking at the inside, which spectacle is observable through discernable intimations in the eyes...
lets glide with floating meditations and sink into a balance that bends with the tides,
till in our True form we materialise ultra lucid
we'll emerge as the radiance of infinite bless'd smiles
and project this marvel in likeness to the birth of sight,
for now our lids are wide... interlinked by this tender peck,
cavernous in its altruistic content,
we blend and become of one sound one True Presence naturaliused...

This orrally passed message
flows with the light that jauntily synchronises pleasures
with words that flee my tongue to express it,
bounteously encased in elegantly lettered patterns,
eloquently paced to linger where the image creates and encapsulates the latter...and escapes
As my song-like sigh enwraps the aeropscae...

You alter, enhance, invoke my artistry
and I express my gratitude with curved lips,
so take this Abstract Kiss and from extract bliss...

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Synesthesia is a poet...
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"We are a thousand tears over...T.I.A:
This Is Africa..."