Warm and white pillows on a bed of black night
I lie awaiting only you, nocturnal angel princess of secret flights
Over the clouds shall leap our light hearts and our eyes
Hand in hand in rescuing youth away the two of us will fly

O youth in tears over memories of pure delight
Hide not your face but let it shine this time
In the funeral of adulthood swine my right!
In kissing you I proclaim this precious life divine

© Matthew Goff

Held the hand of my bride
Stars explode around her
Teaching beauty to the world
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Alone at the beach
Playing with ***** and solutions
A seahorse bites your finger
Questions unanswered

© Matthew Goff

Disappointment in the sky
She painted her hair purple with answers
And turned to her lover saying
“are you sad?”

“I wouldn’t call it sadness” he said
“just certain waves crashing certain rocks”
Ocean of thoughts
Uncertainty of tears

Sparkling philosophy on the sand

© Matthew Goff

Kiss clash and love sparks
Explode old philosophy
Claw the new romance
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Sad in the branches
It’s just rainy day writing
Tears are flying birds

© Matthew Goff

Paul and Sara met through autumn winds
Society stabbing
Kissing while exploding romantic goals
Sailing through parental wishes toward better shores

© Matthew Goff

I dreamed away impossibilities! I wanted these circumstances to reveal themselves with everything that is wet about secrecy…

It began somewhere in the distance, amidst the hidden clamor of those already engaged in ****** flight! Some fair-skinned legs in night-drapery began to slowly spread open for us, encouraging my thoughts with softly white-winged smiles, flying out from under the treasured curves of playful thighs.

I took heed with not as much ease as one might speed…

© Matthew Goff

Pink walls outline the hormonal oceans
To peel back the secrets of wet
flesh against swimming pool corners
through waves of swelling libido
that crack the senses against the reefs of water-love
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invitations on the silk sheets of evening
anxious to fold itself into letters of perfumed language
which absorb the night of its juices
leaving an imagination soaking wet

© Matthew Goff