Ecstasy long poem

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You lean against the fourth wall,
To observe the darker three.
It is hollow in the ground,
You find nothing to rest your hand upon,
So you place a rough white sheet.

You try it flimsy.
Because the colours would drip.
But you cannot create any imagery.
Only black and white,
And not even a grey,
You still don’t weep,
You don’t ever pray.
Don’t worry! My friend,
It is nothing,
But only the taste of ecstasy.

Like every other places,
You find nothing here too,
So you pick up the sheet,
And carry it along with you.
It has covered your body well,
Soaks in red at times,
But you don’t grieve,
You understand, because,
You’re walking in the room of ecstasy.

You reminisce the time,
When you had placed,
Two white stones,
Under the clear night sky,
And witnessed the never awaited rain.
Later you realised,
That you can colour yourself,
And only what you can see,
Through your eyes.
You could paint but,
Your hands were only white,
And you would try,
But still not see,
The patterns of red and blues inside

You sit aback and see,
The darkest black to bleed,
From the four walls that surrounds you,
You sit aback and think,
Of thousands of little things.
The people that you met,
To the places you have been,
The colorful minds that created
The things never ever seen.

Following the tedious journey of arcane,
You don’t strangle your thoughts,
You don’t stop your fluidity,
You know because,
You are raptured by the state of ecstasy.

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Ecstasy short poem

I close my eyes in your presence And unleash my mind in your essence. The ecstasy that I seek in your scent, Leaves my heart meek and my will bent. I lose myself and utter in a blissful voice, “Devour