Incorporeal wooing -- benighted brown study, slow to bleed, turning on it's axis, wintergreen leaf in free fall, when all alone the butterfly escapes the killing jar, to parlously play along this dulcet bine, strumming crura, like Orlando to faire Rosalind in the Valley of Hinnom, "a hunger uncurbed by nature's calling," which prayerfully ascends, asking for cotyledon to appear by break of day/dream.
MAN Staying indoors Me wanting you on all fours on your floor Miss the intensity that comes with waiting Your heat is emanating from a safe distance This is what it's like waiting to be set free Craving what is unavailable
WOMAN I like the wholesomeness of you It make me think maybe there's some hope in the world I haven't tried on your gentleness yet Something about you Says some humans are alright Craving what might be available
Glass divides where the heart does not, come inside, sit beside me in annex to this fledgling love, spurn the sun, in lieu of its warmth, for the charm of an intimate hideaway, sweet somethings I shall whisper into your ear, until inner vibrations have reached your core, the view from here speaks of gardens, fountains, and holy ground, I give them all to you as trousseau, so long as you agree to dwell with me, within a niche of the imperishable lustre, togetherness.
We met at a park by your place, A hill overlooking a lakeshore vista. The sunset hung over the horizon As did our words, awaiting conversation. The nerves got to me and so I flung my phone, Your laughter a cacophony which my heart still adores. We had pizza on a bench that night, Or at least we tried; Nights at the park have more bugs than we'd like. But after all the talking and laughing and grinning, It's our departing hug that sent me spinning. I'd give everything to have that time again with you. But alas, I needn't give anything, For our nights are still this rich and full of youth.