Enchanted by these two stars of jade before me,
their soft spring green
gives life to my smile,
and I willingly become their servant.
I wait eagerly next to her,
ignoring the rise of this morning’s sun,
for there is no more wondrous view to behold
than the emerald dawn
of her eyes opening.
Their beauty gives light to the room
that the envious morning sun never could.
I endearingly hold each kiss
as precious as the first.
The baptism of their touch
rolls my soul as the sea's tide.
I float helplessly in their ebb and flow.
As each kiss comes to its inevitable close,
just as the tides themselves pull away,
my lips draw helplessly with hers,
as a sparrow's feather on wave's break,
that comes to rest on the beach of kisses end,
I wait longingly for her lips next tide,
to carry me away again.
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 9:13 AM UTC
Enchanted by these two stars of jade before me,
their soft spring green
gives life to my smile,
and I willingly become their servant.
I wait eagerly next to her,
ignoring the rise of this morning’s sun,
for there is no more wondrous view to behold
than the emerald dawn
of her eyes opening.
Their beauty gives light to the room
that the envious morning sun never could.
I endearingly hold each kiss
as precious as the first.
The baptism of their touch
rolls my soul as the sea's tide.
I float helplessly in their ebb and flow.
As each kiss comes to its inevitable close,
just as the tides themselves pull away,
my lips draw helplessly with hers,
as a sparrow's feather on wave's break,
that comes to rest on the beach of kisses end,
I wait longingly for her lips next tide,
to carry me away again.
