Lovely – on this lovely Mother’s Day.
The pitter patter of love’s droplets
sprinkled upon our cheeks
should show you
that there is so much more
than cannot be explained by science
or astronomy, in atoms, molecules
or the idiosyncrasies of man
in his perfect condition.
On blue-gray evenings
when constellations collide
and lovers
simultaneously combust
from the sheer delight
of the other’s pulsing promises,
soft waves of spiritual movement
create a transformation
in the quiet atmosphere of us.
~
Perth Words... exploring possibilities. 
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