the falling of leaves
from the family trees
and the changing of wayward tides
the height above seas
or two hundred degrees
or the place where the devil hides
atmospherics of pressure
set not for good measure
could never offset what I've done
for I swore it my strongest
I held it the longest
that forever I'd love just this one
holding my hands to detain
his smiling eyes entertain
tufty hair that is perfect for rumpling
summer nights out in rain
like symphonic refrain
little thoughts that he stops me from crumpling
just our walk in the park
just might stave off the dark
of the presence of all things unlovely
'cause his embrace is a lark
each soft kiss leaves a mark
and each day this perpetuates doubly
so the spring that I've kept
turns winter to concept
though outside be they blizzards of cold
I love his without, his within
the mystique of his skin
and his soul that with mine will grow old
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 5:04 AM UTC
the falling of leaves
from the family trees
and the changing of wayward tides
the height above seas
or two hundred degrees
or the place where the devil hides
atmospherics of pressure
set not for good measure
could never offset what I've done
for I swore it my strongest
I held it the longest
that forever I'd love just this one
holding my hands to detain
his smiling eyes entertain
tufty hair that is perfect for rumpling
summer nights out in rain
like symphonic refrain
little thoughts that he stops me from crumpling
just our walk in the park
just might stave off the dark
of the presence of all things unlovely
'cause his embrace is a lark
each soft kiss leaves a mark
and each day this perpetuates doubly
so the spring that I've kept
turns winter to concept
though outside be they blizzards of cold
I love his without, his within
the mystique of his skin
and his soul that with mine will grow old
