In the forest of my mind look there and see a clearing. A spot devoid of emotion or endearing, Of love and other fleeting things you'll find no bearing. that happened when you left me.
In the forest of my mind are many buried treasures, To keep them safe are drastic measures, A rickety swing rope bridge gives no pleasure. Left of the waterfall are skeletons of past relationships
In the forest of my mind, are the eclectic art of earth, Scions. The dreamy numbing clink of spent emotional bitcoins. Redeem a golden smile from a fortune guarded by lions. If you dare, for in the forest of my mind.
This life brings fresh feelings like honey laced dew wetting my lips, When I say your name and simultaneously think of your hips. To hold them as if my steamy marble cocoa, a frothing cup. An image, an angel of mercy conjured up,
Once lost in my sea of latent thoughts. I feel your net surround me and I'm caught. Raising me by my wrists to the shore to be bought. Alas! freeing me to walk the garden of happy.
The Fuchsia fruits of love hang so easy and low, I pick and sink my teeth in with violent throes, Feel their silky juices staining my lions and soaking my innocence.... But the sweetness makes me close my eyes.