boredom thriving in my mind,
no escape I could ever sight,
a canvas of glimmering lights,
he's my cityscapes every night,
one gaze into his almond eyes,
turns my dreams into a paradise,
crash his figure into mine,
all when my wake nightly expires,
and mornings are empty voids,
but when sun sets, I hear his voice,
amidst all these crowds of boys,
he's my favorite static noise,
and even one cannot go argue,
this man's a mansion view,
I'd explore every avenue,
until I'm one he's walking to,
and in mind, bodies in eclipse,
angels sing in his gentle tricks,
tattoos in the shape of his lips,
on my skin where it best fits,
I rake fingers down his spine,
gasp for air, time to time,
wrap in his arms like vines,
then catch me in his jives,
filling beds with thoughts of him,
fantasies of us I'd forever skim,
truths may leave me in maim,
his name I'd keep to scream,
even if this love's a blind alley,
one last hop off the death valley,
I'd wait like the shores of Bali,
until his waves unfurl freely.
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shades of red (Completed)
Poetry9th Poetry Anthology Here, I delved into the kaleidoscope of love's real nature. A tapestry woven from countless threads, a collection inspired by stories I've read, experiences I've witnessed, whispers of love and heartbreak swirling through the ai...
