It's only the time To be alive with the sunrise and pied piper Tryst with miles to go and trials with her To attend to migrant dreams in stylish clinics Attending to a cure for the surprised Heading towards a placid flirtatious expression
I mistook these looks for affection Only time will tell If the love was alive Placid flirtatious surmise Silken, celadon hangs on the balcony Trying to escape the sunlight entering The lantern near the beside Open the bookend, marked the page After sultry kisses washed away on peach skin Rosy cheeks, and nimble feet Just touch and your body quivers Your toes move a little quicker
As the clock ticks Only time will tell if I'm alive Body stop, free prose next to my bedside Lately, the time has fallen in the silence As delightful, this sounds and summed up In time, I'm alive as we make the connection Inflection of our tongues intertwine at the eyes That hold gazes over the kisses Sojourn the day, sleep at night Are you in spirited my child like my poems Let's fly together on thoughts that know no measure Let it be love that takes us to that pleasure Sittin' next to my bedside
Now you're cured and my poems have found structure In your alive lively motherly arms, where I can cry for eternity But, I must confess I don't in this virile panorama Free and strapless, I can see your heart which I dream of vividly I sit and conserve this memory on physical adaptations in my poetry Your body is poetic silence, that's where my metaphors lie All this love in my head, I guess fly first 'cause I'm shy one here Subservient to your will, lovely surrender isn't it?
Her heartbeats meant ******* Rapscallion come after me next to my bed instead You once called me a common person Love's a little crazy as it chases after commoners sharing something uncommon What a time to be alive?