It's that time of the year again
when my paper boats get itchy
seeking your streams to
carry themselves to ecstasy's ocean...
Pregnant sky expectant
of a grand extravaganza
guides me to the horizon
where your kisses are stored
in a sacred vault ...
I seek, I wander
like a kite without string,
winds taking me where
your sprinkles bear my name
Come! adorn my path
script a slippery song
on the muddy terrain
that smells like home now ...
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 2:37 AM UTC
It's that time of the year again
when my paper boats get itchy
seeking your streams to
carry themselves to ecstasy's ocean...
Pregnant sky expectant
of a grand extravaganza
guides me to the horizon
where your kisses are stored
in a sacred vault ...
I seek, I wander
like a kite without string,
winds taking me where
your sprinkles bear my name
Come! adorn my path
script a slippery song
on the muddy terrain
that smells like home now ...
