THE LIONS DEN

(OF THIRD EYES AND LOVE)

He touches her synaptically... Their very being rocked to it's solid core... Such a beautiful exclamation... The clouds, oh the clouds would sigh... The union of two children birthed of sun, of son.

Her eyes naked look into him and he feels her presence, it thumping in his heart... His throat tight begs to say her name... So powerful this uniting of souls... The dusk pauses in it's descent.

On pineal levels they dwell... Third eye love defined, such a delicate embrace intellectually... Such a joy to behold... An innocent observer brought to tears... Drops on a rose petal... Gently easing down to the dirt... Whole civilizations born of these platitudes... Such lovely overtones... The night rejoices in their merging.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY