Come to me my love,
On a ******* overlooking a weightless ocean
Where the grains cover our toes as they depress the sodden ground
Come to me my love,
In a deep dark forest with vegetation thick
Obscuring the sacred path
Where your hand guides me along an animalistic route, savage like we once were
Come to me my love,
Atop a skyscraper in a great city of lovers
Where steam flows from the vents and you hold me watching the sun spread across the buildings
Come to me my love,
Aboard a ship placed upon an ocean blue
Where the past floats to a new future, and you kiss me at the bow
Come to me my love,
In a ***** Dachau of human existence, clawing to survive
and bread the most valuable commodity
Where our bread molds because neither of us is willing to eat until the other is nourished
Come to me my love,
To the Hindu wheel of all the pasts before us
Where our only struggle was to find each other and the only life is a future
Come to me my love,
To a moon soaked room, windows opened after a rain
Where man holds the key to unlock a sweaty night of groping, grabbing, salty licks
Come to me my love,
Your head laying on my pillow
a golden cataract spilling like the waters of everlasting life
Where our blue eyes meet and all the pasts’ spring forth to our future
All the places we will go become clear
All the kisses we will share are repeated
The breeze bumps our skin and with the softest lips you say
“I love you”
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 7:05 PM UTC
Come to me my love,
On a ******* overlooking a weightless ocean
Where the grains cover our toes as they depress the sodden ground
Come to me my love,
In a deep dark forest with vegetation thick
Obscuring the sacred path
Where your hand guides me along an animalistic route, savage like we once were
Come to me my love,
Atop a skyscraper in a great city of lovers
Where steam flows from the vents and you hold me watching the sun spread across the buildings
Come to me my love,
Aboard a ship placed upon an ocean blue
Where the past floats to a new future, and you kiss me at the bow
Come to me my love,
In a ***** Dachau of human existence, clawing to survive
and bread the most valuable commodity
Where our bread molds because neither of us is willing to eat until the other is nourished
Come to me my love,
To the Hindu wheel of all the pasts before us
Where our only struggle was to find each other and the only life is a future
Come to me my love,
To a moon soaked room, windows opened after a rain
Where man holds the key to unlock a sweaty night of groping, grabbing, salty licks
Come to me my love,
Your head laying on my pillow
a golden cataract spilling like the waters of everlasting life
Where our blue eyes meet and all the pasts’ spring forth to our future
All the places we will go become clear
All the kisses we will share are repeated
The breeze bumps our skin and with the softest lips you say
“I love you”
This poem was in collaboration with a writer by the name of N. Korroe
