Boundless

In the silk of  moonlight,

did I weave many dreams,

like the gentle hands,

in the frothy stream

the twinkle in the eyes,

pointing to the stars,

with each wave of breeze,

taking my breath away,

I gently nurtured the madness in me,

I found a little peek into boundlessness,

by the endless orgasms in the midnight dark,

but in the mornings, my eyes used to open wide in betrayal,

not believing, that the magic of night has ended.

but despite betrayal, the peek-a-boo into boundlessness,

drugging me to its charm, 

Util I meditated, and the orgasm seemed puny in front of it,

in front of breathless ecstasy not slowing down with time,

I became so sensitive, that even the touch of feather,

felt like thousand orgasms,

the morning still opening with that glow so bright,

It is not gods, stopping us from getting boundless,

It is we, who search for it in endless boxes,

while it lies in the sky above,

It is we who search for that peek-a-boo,

in the enchanting faces, the blood and the meatballs,,

latching tight the boundless with the ripples of the bounded,

these ripples which take you there(maybe) and pull you down,

But only if we can search this boundless in the boundless(beyond the ripples),

will we find the boundless which is boundless, beyond time and space,

which doesn't betray you, 

When the yearning for boundless,

searches intensely beyond the ripples,

In the soundless music of chaos,

will the walls of boundaries crackup,
like each breath on the roof,  in the 3 am sky,

to become shambles in some time,

and alas, the thirst will be quenched

the ripples will stay, but will not bind,
you can still dabble in the beauty and aghast of ripples,

but without betrayals, because there is no need as well :)

because the boundless is felt beyond ripples

and so, you are truely free.