Poetry by Jude: My Dreams

His body is what the heavens are made of. A map of stars that I will navigate as I am the goddess of these shores of his stargates and portals. I will paint upon his forehead my kisses as far as the night sky, as my love for him reaches into infinity. The vibration swirls and lifts the angels into ascension from the pure blast of this love that sits inside my soul. His eyes, a portal into the unknown and is not only the two. He speaks in wisdom as it is what he is. As his nose, only a god could chisel, it reminds us of where we have been and where we will be once again, in unity. As once we rode that star to…