Where in my horoma we are aube,
Running towards eternity.
Where it is calmorous yet so hushed,
our jitters and serenity meet head on.
Where we're galaxies, massive, and free of care, Where we are
rivers running free; towards infinity.
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 6:01 PM UTC
You remind me of simple joys :
Like the touch of a comfy blanket,
Like soft murmurs of love,
Like a walk in nature,
Like a splash in a puddle,
Like writing a poem;
Like writing a poem about you.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 8:46 AM UTC
Remarkably colossal
Nevertheless endeared in my embrace, I comf'rt and buss't
Harked't breathe s'renly
Gazed't making itself rested.
Wherefore thee ask
F'r I'm infinitely devoted to the moon.
To mine own moon.
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 5:51 PM UTC
The moon and i
Share a chaste tie-in
The moon running along, we peregrinate to umpteen dwellings; unceasingly together.
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 3:35 PM UTC
Craters from your past, they glow,the glow of bittersweet episodes.
I'm captivated.
Curled up in craters, a view of imperfect perfection.
Your skin is as a bug in a rug,tanned from lives, rush of recherché to my body through my palms.
What are you dreaming of?
A hitch of breathing, parting the clouds;my troubles have parted.
Me? (are you dreaming of me)
The sun?
Shining bright in your thoughts, I can hear your moon dust giggling about.
It's me, isn't it?
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 2:51 PM UTC
A gift of his childhood,
His eyes clutch a tint of yellow.
The engagingness and fascination of the gift; depreciated.
Plunging in to the urn of gifts, my extremity latches on to the pleasingness of the yellow tint.
I with all my hearts desire,consign to the oblivion
of
~yellow tint.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 5:55 PM UTC
Pouring rain, thunder storms,
You lay beside me, I can feel your chest rise and fall.
Pouring rain, thunder storms,
Your breath on my arm feels pleasant and warm.
Pouring rain, thunder storms,
I hope I get to feel this to infinity and beyond.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 7:29 AM UTC
My hand, a conveyance.
I travelled on comely veins which took me to winsome unfathomed dwelling his bag of bones is blessed with.
Dragging in his raw redolent; travelling again.
He is an endless journey.
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 8:28 AM UTC
Slow on two wheels; inhaling wondrous mise en scène.
The wind kissing his arms rushed pecking mine too; limpid bliss.
It carried soft hum of his fine voice; known yet so unknown of the fact that I feel unbelievably calm around him, with him.
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 12:59 PM UTC
An impeccable volute jay,rested on his cottony labrum.
Gandering him letting out dissolving clouds of aspro.
Soothes my soul, as if the clouds of aspro are my commotion.
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 1:15 AM UTC