A post a week #2

There is the instance
when you realise there is love
repeated,
A path of least resistance
recapturing our told truth by tiny details
recreated by their fairytale.
regrouping a passion within
what you churned up with bliss and sin.
A depth reached far beyond two eyes,
discovery through the hole,
upscaling our lies.
We craved for the heat,
beginning with fictional 'feat.
A new dawn that we wake,
arising our dreams. . .
time rushed in unraveling us two at the seams.
The discovery now,
this is infinite well
as I dove into rediscover you
this fall declares my jump for inner truth.
I'm deeper than ever in unveiling this love
feeling the tongue
devouring where we've come.
We keep getting better.
We keep growing out,
the roots we restarted,
it was love's purest route.

1-30-2016