pronia (foresight)

to meet a lover's embrace

his chest flushed primrose 

one who reminds me of what it is to view fourfold 

for the subliminity in his cornflower eyes reminds me of the unsanctioned divinity residing within me 

like guiding genius, my magician calls me sweetly pensive with the press of my cheek to his arm

He rests jasmine and other blooms of prophecy upon me and spectates the night sky in my every raven tress