One fine day he met you.
You, a small
petite
square
piece of pearl white paper.
Like everyone does,
for several moments he kept staring at you.
Just enough to lose his sanity.
One paddle;
He folds you into half,
makes the two ends meet,
as he makes the two worlds meet.
You already got his fealty.
Two paddles;
you're folding into a smaller half
because you pulled him closer to you.
He just couldn't move.
You kiss passionately.
Three paddles;
He caresses your neck
as he straightens the crease.
He peels-off one his layers
as you peel all of yours, slowly.
Four paddles;
As the caressing continues
he reveals the hidden underlying pleats.
Then he enters you and
twists the face of reality.
Five paddles;
He opens up the paper limbs
as you open up yours.
You learn to make a paper boat
as he paddles you,
Slowly but steadily,
into infinity.
YOU ARE READING
The Good place
PoezjaThis is a collection of all the poems I've written about everything I'm curious about and more. Literal pitstop is the pen name I write under on WordPress and Instagram.
