The sweetest metaphor
forbid my lips
to taste honey
and deny me of
ambrosia for
your lips is
the only thing
that could give
immortality to
my soul.
Had there been
no sugar in
this world,
your name
would have been
the sweetest
metaphor
ever told.
YOU ARE READING
Under The Late October Skies
PoesíaI am looking for the kind of love that is worthy of me and my words. ☽☀☾ -You will lose yourself in nirvana on this very surface and then- i will teach you how to navigate the stars knowing that even if you lose me, you will find your way back. ...
