I embrace the sweet scent of Strawberry Stride. Eyes
shut, hands moving with the melodic motions of your thighs.
Your arms rest on my chest, as we sway away, slow,
graceful to David Gray. So much to say, you already know.
I step rhythmic with the intrinsic beauty of your design;
centripetal forces of some divine watch over as we entwine.
I caress the texture of your dress with slight pressure;
feeling curves that deserve more than simple words of pleasure.
Seconds ticking away, escaping our clutches as we run out of time –
a cancer to the music, murdering a moment so sublime.
I'm curious, if I could conjure a cure, make eternal our endeavor,
would you hail me as your hero and let me hold you forever?
Or, when the hands of the masses detach, and laughter erupts,
would we be the last to let go? Would you retract fast and abrupt?
Tell me, that when the song fades, your smile will stay the same,
that you're too feeling a flame that's worthwhile to make a name.
If this is worth a chance, stick by my side and fight with me.
But, for now, don't make vows, just dance into the night with me.
Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 12:26 AM UTC
I embrace the sweet scent of Strawberry Stride. Eyes
shut, hands moving with the melodic motions of your thighs.
Your arms rest on my chest, as we sway away, slow,
graceful to David Gray. So much to say, you already know.
I step rhythmic with the intrinsic beauty of your design;
centripetal forces of some divine watch over as we entwine.
I caress the texture of your dress with slight pressure;
feeling curves that deserve more than simple words of pleasure.
Seconds ticking away, escaping our clutches as we run out of time –
a cancer to the music, murdering a moment so sublime.
I'm curious, if I could conjure a cure, make eternal our endeavor,
would you hail me as your hero and let me hold you forever?
Or, when the hands of the masses detach, and laughter erupts,
would we be the last to let go? Would you retract fast and abrupt?
Tell me, that when the song fades, your smile will stay the same,
that you're too feeling a flame that's worthwhile to make a name.
If this is worth a chance, stick by my side and fight with me.
But, for now, don't make vows, just dance into the night with me.
The original can also be found in Eber & Wein’s poetry anthology entitled, Beyond the Sea: Renaissance.
