"synchronically" poems
Faithful, loyal
so I dont even frown when she wants to share my spoils
we wrapped together coils
vent our frustrations in the heat of the moment..boil
and we grow collectively, happiness is fertilized..soil
good girls come one outta dozen
I mean you a dime but I'm searchin for the diamond under the roughest
Treasure discovered, gotta cuff it, before someone notices...busted
Adore you even if you were disabled..crutches
Shower you in your desire til you exhausted..like enough is, enough its, enough then
We conjointly, as one, mutually, collaberately are in unision
heart shaped footprints invade the trail we left behind
romantically they were found side by side
like notes that synchronically rhyme
or soda mixed with lemon lime, obey your thirst...sprite
hugs on latex...tight
she gasped at the blue box I presented..love it or like?
She showed me which it was that night
leading me to believe I love her...and everything she do I like
you thinkin her vagina's the best...but she's lovin my pipe
we burned some calories do I make myself Crystal Clear...light
Always askin for facetime...skype
so many emotions she's conformed me into a writer...type
outside voices doubting, but we stay hand in hand...spite
kisses that give butterflies, our bodies aviate...flight
My eternal future..wife
Keep the good times rolling...no strife
When it comes to leaving her there's no maybe or might
or baby i'll be back when the sun is in sight
its a no brainer..no subliminal fight
like why would i have left..when you turned me on, right?
©:Khyyom Harris September 2011
Sep 14, 2011
Sep 14, 2011 at 2:48 PM UTC
We listen to the Waltz of The Flowers and our racing mouths come to a stop.
Making the room filled with eloquent silence.
Your hands grasp my small waist.
We are as one, once again,
gliding across the room to the sound of a thousand
musical instruments making a picture whole together, synchronically.
Your lips form a small gasp, your eyes are shut.
My face is surely filled with delight, and with a peek, I realize that so is yours.
Moments like these seem to stop time.
The simple kind of five minutes that change your life.
It happens whenever your fingers come in contact with my flesh.
I am so deeply lost in you.
The words you speak affect me like ***********
We are naked bellow this beautiful night sky.
You are the most accurate description of a **** mind*.
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 12:26 AM UTC
O! The devil of heart, who dwells all around like a halo
An orbit of sleeplessness, a magnet of thousands of random dreams
Some abide by the rules of hearts, some follow their own set paths
These diversions are like the shooting stars, and a silent prayer somewhere down is whispered in ajar!
Jungles or mountains, pens or papers, jingles or jangles, strip or steap
Synchronically or rhetorically, this puzzle is not making me sleep
Abandoning my thoughts in this vast universe of genius's spree
O the lover and the keeper of hearts, just for once , LOOK AT ME!
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 4:15 PM UTC
At first. We smiled. We laughed. Synchronically.
We danced together, went out for lunch,
played little games to chase away the chills.
The pink lights shimmered down upon us.
You were so beautiful then, and remain so now.
But look at yourself. Look around.
Whose arm encompasses your side? Whose
arm mine? It's not mine. It's not yours.
You've left, I've left, and our
moon lies bleeding
lungs filling with water
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 9:48 AM UTC