It's your story, and you tell it,
And you need someone to hear you.
Every scene and song, you spell it.
I'll gladly worship and revere you.
Wielding words and painting futures,
An examiner of parameter.
Joining peace and ache with sutures.
In black and white pentameter.
I adore you,
we're thick with kismet.
The lore you're
creating's a masterpiece, isn't it?
You can lay me down and slay me
with your cadence and volution.
I'm a voyeur for the absinthe
of your verbal execution.
Let's disappear together
In the universe you're making
In the lavender and leather,
With a casual forsaking.
Don't wake me at consummation,
In the buzz of night, I'm spun.
Swimming in your cogitation
Resurrecting with the sun.
YOU ARE READING
Lavender and Leather
PoetryComplete: Sixteen short poems if you like interesting words or if you just like to think about love, lust and operating on your exes in a surgery hall. Don't worry - it's just a metaphor. So: Let's disappear together In the universe you're making; I...
