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It Is

by  The Walrus

Posted: Tuesday, September 30, 2003
Word Count: 78




The rapturous scent of jasmine
Borne upon an unexpected breeze
Stroking sensuous susceptibility

The glistening of a teardrop
Free flowing from a heaving heart
Flooded by a sublime symphony

The tingling witnessing
Of love’s luminosity
Brimming from beloved eyes

The collective surrender
To the elves tickling fingers
In the land of bellyache

The instant when
Man and music fuse
Amidst the licking flames

The exquisite abandonment
At a ardour’s zenith
Raising man to beast

It is
Indefinable.
Undeniable.