Jan 2019
fingers graze over palms
walking on a long trail
begging to meet each other's grasp
strain on heart stings previously played like violins
the sun sets above a glass of rosé
rivers of pink bubbly wine
a garden grows like a field
covering the sunset and fading to dark
stars grow down from the vines
her immaterial body darker then the midnight blue of the "sky"
their fingers interlock
bliss.
walking on a long trail
begging to meet each other's grasp
strain on heart stings previously played like violins
the sun sets above a glass of rosé
rivers of pink bubbly wine
a garden grows like a field
covering the sunset and fading to dark
stars grow down from the vines
her immaterial body darker then the midnight blue of the "sky"
their fingers interlock
bliss.
a sunset becoming midnight described as an overgrown garden. it becomes harder to see when nature is overwhelming your personal life and you're unable to find time for people. it's when you have a combination of living in the real world and your fantasies that you can find the most happiness. (all my opinion)
