The Evolutions of an Abstract Angel

She slipped into my night like a vision slips into your soul. Perfectly proportioned in every aspect of her femininity, she dictated the future with a tossing of her hair. Golden grace slid from her smile as her presence shook the room. All traces of light were sucked in, twisted about, and pushed forth a hundred times holier than they began by the angels in her eyes. Time and space ceased to exist. All tangible forms of reality divided in on themselves and fell into the oblivion she had left behind. Now there was only her, an introspective kitten levitating loosely on shards of purity and gentleness. Effortlessly evolving before my eyes with a feline ferociousness so truthful to her core of curiosity, that even the seductive twangs of silence could not overpower it’s wicked stun of speechlessness. She is a daydream to real to dilute with the restrictive hinges of possibility. A beauty so superior that I must put forth my sincerest apologies for daring to dull her down with words. For I can only use what man has already laid out. I am forced to stay within the boundaries of existence, while she is free to careen back and forth through the never ending scope of beauty. She is free to bend the will of man to the whimsical way she walks or around the curves of her simplicity. But the truth be told, she is much more complex than those curves might let on. Much more than a tightly wrapped package of heaven on earth. She is the promise of tomorrow. She is the potential of today.

"...Love the one your with?"
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The mediocre light of an unreal passion, cast upon my wall, the flickering silhouette of a life undivided by thought, a world not separated by dimensions, a humanity conceived through acceptance. As I dared to let myself inside this unbreakable shadow I saw countless hands clasped together in a definitive bridge between heaven and earth. I saw all the seas of creation illuminated by a single woman's warmth. There was a cool calculated ease that had brushed me into submission. I had entered a world of Socratic bliss. A world where my slick sensations of endlessness could only guide me to the circular source of all inspiration. I let my soul be pulled along by the vibrant variations of an hour well spent. I floated about, on leaps and bounds, traipsing effortlessly after the breathlessness that can only be drawn from the sacred art form of absolute love. I saw the carefully placed secrets of four undiscovered eyes sensually unwrap themselves into the great void of unimportance. The air around me hung silky and tight, like an extra layer of flesh that had cozily nuzzled it’s way around my body. I became numb to all obstructions in my path. All I could feel was the moistness of destiny’s lips soothing me into a deeper sort of silence and rounding my edges towards the circular essence of truth. Tiny fingers traced the outline of God across my belly. I felt the breath of his angels steal across my neck and I knew with out asking that I had come full circle, I had reached the eternal pool of paradoxil passions. I readied my aura, and said my good-byes to every singular sense of myself that I had ever known. Than just as I bent my coiled my body to take my leap into the duality of wholeness, the cosmic rug of unobstructed comfort that I had so firmly planted my feet on was defiantly yanked out from underneath me. This f----- bitch, started talkin. Man, these chicks just don’t get it. Her shrilly voice smashed me back into the unjust reality of idiosyncrasies and meaningless banter. And the realization of her delirious eyes set me back to square one in my quest for the unearthly virgin. There was no magic in her soul, no music in her eyes. The only thing that this bird had to offer was the spreading of her legs.