Clouds poetry

Under my finger tips

              We were two leaves in the city
Gliding through ponds and glistening lakes
dancing under lamps night without shame,
Exploring ever corners and forgotten place
Autumn and summer that we forgot to
Invite winter but under my finger tips
Like summer heat you melt under slowly
For you was the ice Cube my fingers the lighter
dripping and sliding you shook earth with
Your quakes, tangle like a couple of threads
We were stain we dance on the clouds a name
a plea it was a drunken melody breaking
Escaping your lips, like a lost bird finding it's song
Through walls finger nails on my back they
Traveled through time through morning sunrise
Smile, then knocked on the door for nights luxury
Our chest rise and fell like the tides and breaths
Sang steam every part of you was the mountain
And I was just a hiker climbing trying to reach the
top, I hook to you my body coiled with you like,
Pen to paper like a missing puzzles you was a
Gift and I was just the ribbon a gift to a home
And I Never wanted to let you go
That luxury night was our own.

-ashes poetry
A/N I took this poem out of time and fate
    One of my poetry book Lol enjoy.