Rivers of Joy

Wrapped within blankets of affection,
entangled by the vines of sweet nectar
constricting the pains of the past
as they squeeze out deep pleasure,
recollecting a raw and radiant reflection
that glows in volumous waves beyond measure
with a shaking cry and warmth that lasts:

a heart that lingers
upon my fingers,
a cold that leaves
my mortal seas;
a depth that fissures
my hidden pictures,
a height that captures
my broken fractures —

and a heart that yearns
for more than it has earned.

Tears subsiding in rivers of joy
overflowing in calm and queer expressions,
patiently riding the rapids in motion
continually frothing their fresh successions
from previous springs to sounds the employ,
curing the soul of its mortal regressions
as silence fades into jubilant ocean.