I propose a toast
to you
a drink
from the top of your
delicate head
to the base of your
soulful feet
I found you
right in the center of the eye
the deluge of you
carried me higher clear across
the barren sky
as if we were supposed to
crash into each other
But
Only material
things get ugly aging
while we become this strange
phenomena wanton and as wild
as the naked wind upon
the thirst of our eager
chapped lips
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 2:10 AM UTC
I propose a toast
to you
a drink
from the top of your
delicate head
to the base of your
soulful feet
I found you
right in the center of the eye
the deluge of you
carried me higher clear across
the barren sky
as if we were supposed to
crash into each other
But
Only material
things get ugly aging
while we become this strange
phenomena wanton and as wild
as the naked wind upon
the thirst of our eager
chapped lips
