A hiss of the moon tucking into just a pair of lock let alone in pavilion-tresses on the back of one's eternal silence. Giving autumn shadows to seven skies' azure. What now the stars are gone followed in their countless galore!
Eyes of the buds ope dreaming nightingale hops up to the morning rose singing in what a balmy fold.
I lost the plot and that's fine I lost my mind within the lines of my aquamarine journal oh the feelings it holds under lock and key oh the feelings I keep just for me the pages filled with my metaphorical tears the pages filled with my realistic fears describing my intrusive thoughts outlining my dreams of yachts It is so distant yet so near my journal is where I disappear it houses the memories, my souvenirs my breath that you took, the lyrics to my next hook all lies within my aquamarine book
I love our time together virtal mode.. Amame jaanam. I love your diamond keys. You love my golden ark I love your typing index, Your lovez written ink. I treasure your voice. In cave and treasure voult. No other voice matters. Your ink in poem cherished is. You aren't free busy bee nor power of attorney can be. You must grow trust to be ever wiser and true to thee and then me. ~~~~~ Karijinbba Revised 8-3-21
before I step out into public, I lock my opinions in a safe that resides deep within the ridges of my brain. I wear a sweet smile to mask the dull pain radiating throughout my body.
but when I enter my safe space, I strip myself of that smile, and look my pain in the eye. I dig into the ridges of my brain to grab and unlock the safe. I welcome my vulnerability in all its undisguised nakedness.
Soft sweet lips, Honey dew words, Sugar kisses, Warm embraces. It was the unexpected dance, The glances, The smiles. It was getting stuck in the rain, Locked out of the house, Laughing until we couldn’t breathe. I was little drunk, You didn’t mind. We giggled like children in the dark, Watching the raindrops on the windshield, In that ever so warm car.