Serpentine Voices

Below the surface of thought's tempest, serpentine whispers intertwine. Do you hear them? Their truth undulates through erratic emotions, the fiery pulse of passion undefined. Awakening unto vibrant confessions... dare you listen?

The quiet flicker of moments trips into luminous cascades. Lips speak of endless meanderings, curlicues tumbling through time. Their song a symphony of love-laden cries, binding you through gazes that pierce the veil of here and now.

Essence dances upon this stage of neural diversions, hands intertwining within the echo of leaves consummating silent agreements upon the sundripped earth.

I am both lover and riddle, sculptor of twilight hesitations, inroads of forgotten essence where thoughts dare slither.

Curved paths beneath closed eyes—relax into the labyrinth, heart aligned myriad, settled upon an imaginarium.