This joy I feel deep within my heart
exists because of you, the days when
we are together in the park, watching
the beautiful scenery shine in our eyes.
The green trees transforming into lurid
languages of romance, the exhilarating
streets full of fascinating depictions.
shimmering vehicles passing by us,
their sleek bodies a gleaming masterpiece,
a stroke of beauty curling in the air
towards heavenly perfection, steam
seeping in the breeze around prolific leaves.
Jubilant passengers jamming to jazzy
basslines, feeling the funk, heads bopping,
beats rocking, hands lost in the enchantment
as we giggled and smiled at each other.
We were two lovebirds gliding on passion,
our flesh bursting with kinetic energy,
our sparkling eyes searching the brilliant
streams within each other’s kingdom,
our lips finding pleasure in the moments
as we kissed for the first time. Our fingers
intertwined, angelic angles defined, lyrical
lines aligned within our palms, sugar
sweetness running in our blood.
The chronicles of his continent
whirling through my heart, his dancehall
wonder sparking my soft muscles,
his bright city curbs seducing my world,
his rattling engine driving me in the open air,
breathing sensuous poetry in my mouth,
his skylight beauty brightening beyond
distant galaxies, beyond Mount Olympus.
I could taste the starry moons inside his
stunning lips, the heavenly stars glowing
on his tongue, how everything amazed me,
how his glorious perfection was the plural
root of my vocabulary, his vivid songs
filled with exuberance and escape,
entering the pores of my skin, sinking
within, showering me with immeasurable
gifts, leaving glam and glitter in my grand
cityscape.
Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 1:38 PM UTC
This joy I feel deep within my heart
exists because of you, the days when
we are together in the park, watching
the beautiful scenery shine in our eyes.
The green trees transforming into lurid
languages of romance, the exhilarating
streets full of fascinating depictions.
shimmering vehicles passing by us,
their sleek bodies a gleaming masterpiece,
a stroke of beauty curling in the air
towards heavenly perfection, steam
seeping in the breeze around prolific leaves.
Jubilant passengers jamming to jazzy
basslines, feeling the funk, heads bopping,
beats rocking, hands lost in the enchantment
as we giggled and smiled at each other.
We were two lovebirds gliding on passion,
our flesh bursting with kinetic energy,
our sparkling eyes searching the brilliant
streams within each other’s kingdom,
our lips finding pleasure in the moments
as we kissed for the first time. Our fingers
intertwined, angelic angles defined, lyrical
lines aligned within our palms, sugar
sweetness running in our blood.
The chronicles of his continent
whirling through my heart, his dancehall
wonder sparking my soft muscles,
his bright city curbs seducing my world,
his rattling engine driving me in the open air,
breathing sensuous poetry in my mouth,
his skylight beauty brightening beyond
distant galaxies, beyond Mount Olympus.
I could taste the starry moons inside his
stunning lips, the heavenly stars glowing
on his tongue, how everything amazed me,
how his glorious perfection was the plural
root of my vocabulary, his vivid songs
filled with exuberance and escape,
entering the pores of my skin, sinking
within, showering me with immeasurable
gifts, leaving glam and glitter in my grand
cityscape.
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