Come sweet love
let us flow within thy candied whispers
kiss the stowaways and stowaway the masses
and elevate ourselves beyond simple physical attraction
your words pierce my soul with desire
as we dance ontop a grave of fear
let sin atrophy and scrape to segmented pavement
where ten toes and infinite melodies
guide our divine grace
oh come my sweet love
before logic's control acosts us so
and we are driven back to horrible cells of reason
locked up and thrown away with keys of peversion and
infected thoughts consume our essence
leaving us with nothing more
than what seems right
we must stand up and
like Gershwin and Mozart before us
give in to sweet rapture
rise with crescendo
as blood rushes to envelop our nerves
let every touch start a revolution!
raw passion is the new currency
our hands invade dorment skin
our licks protest against idle nerves
we shall declare ourselves free
and free ourselves within each other
The dawn will guide a new light
one without ordinary gazes
where curiousity is not without drive!
I will relish you
and you will memorize me
like camera's refurbished and rejuvenated
my eyes take snapshots
perfect transparencies with opaque beauty
so we will remember what was done
and what will not be lost
oh to our embrace
when perfection belies conformity
and legs bounce with a treasured youth
recently let go and told to command
my every move and singular bound
to you
we take our time
like time was meant to be taken
shove off the hourglass
newly replaced with eternity
and eternally bestowed with
immeasurable worth
seconds counting as pleasing gapes of volume
and hours defined only by conjoined breath
twilight spotlighting our days
and sunlight canvassing our nights
destroying convention
within
oh come my love
we will walk along painted shorelines
remembering when longevity was upon us
crying about with reckless abandon
a fire will be built
and our ageless bodies will sit beside
remminiscing of shameless days
with your laughter sweetening
and smile intoxicating
I'd spring up
and with renewal ask for your hand
as five familiar fingers
curl around my own
and we'd begin to prance
oh come thy love
introduce yourself
and accept this dance
I just came back to read this again....
ReplyDeleteMy smile grew with each and every word. *sigh*
Now I'm trying to think of a name to call it......
Pouncing ninjas?
Wow - sounds like someone is in love.
ReplyDeleteluisa do you agree it should be called Pouncing Ninjas?
ReplyDeleteHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
Mike please change the title to Pouncing Ninjas!
Your truly,
me.