They blind my vision
in glorious rays of expression.
They whisper in my ears,
the zephyrs of wisdom
and scolding
heat blanked by many
free-will wall.
They stroke and massage my soul
with longing and enveloping want.
I smell their perfume
sweet and spicy,
fresh and husky
like the ages of times scooped
by the depth of ocean and
the gathering of land's lush.
They taste humanity,
allergic to most,
but find the umami
in our spirit.
These forms of stars,
these celestial light beings,
these profiles of angels
at our side, always.
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