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Serenity: that's what goes through my mind when I think of you.
Extroverted: takes over from the previous thought and changes the dimension of my fantasy. I look around, all I see is cold war. A form of cheap resistance from my egometric side. then I let go and let you in.

I walk beside you, when alone, in a crowd, anywhere. I feel the warm grasp of your soft fingers; happiness smears my heart. I dwell in colloidal eternity as I gain a clear entrance into your serenity bowl, your heart.

it starts with attachment, then emotional induction sets in. At that point when you pull all strings trying to gather fences round your fetish desires. "Get a Life", I tell myself. I walk away from the walkway with my head bent low as I look upon your intimidating glare not knowing how soft-laden your heart is.

As I walk back towards your outstanding figure, my heart colloids in pleasure. I notice your beautiful curvy legs. they hit me ******* the most integral part of me. I feel dipped in love, so I bury the hatchet with my antagonistic soul. I move closer, hold your hands and there I feel it; the most common of all senses leaving me. Am filled with fresh new blood, full of hope and desire. It is then that I realize how hard I have fallen. Fallen hard in LOVE.
I knew
That if I told the stars
To bring you back to me
Enough,
That one day they would

So here we lie again,
Two bodies,
Beautifully entangled,
Forever entwined

And I whisper
As your eyes flutter,
Close to sleep
- Don't let go,
  I love you so.
indeed not all that says bye walks away,
not all that say goodnight go to sleep
it is never over until it is.
I remember the moment
Your eyes met mine in a dream
Those tiny maps
Of unwinding colour
Where I'd lose myself for days

Emerging,
Sure I knew you so deeply
That your soul
Was palpable in my hands
And your thoughts
Were unspoken words on my tongue.

I'd find myself staring
Up
At the stars,
Hear them whispering
Your name
Like a melody too beautiful
For anyone else to hear.

The sound of the roaring ocean
Was the only comfort
I could seek
Without your voice
To charm me with
Empty words of promise,
Desire,
Longing

The crashing waves called
To me,
Enticing.
I could only think of plunging
Deep
Into the blue void
And never returning
Like a doomed explorer
Willing to lose it all
For some unknown beauty

And as the breath
Escaped from my lungs
And the world
From my eyes,
The last thing I'd picture
As the comforting blue
Took hold of me
Would be your eyes,
Bluer than the bliss
Which engulfed me.
5am
Someone once told me
To count the night
By the stars,
But I would much rather
Make maps from
The constellations
On your skin.

— The End —