Lost for words, lost for thoughts, while thinking rapidly.
Sailing the seas we drift apart; wondering how the waves feel has it crash onto deck, Wonder if it's lonely separated from its friends.
Does it wish to be reunited to sea as wind to air.
night to sky.
Green to grass.
Miles to the length we've crawl,
Weaken and tired like an ancestral straw hat that has now withered.
my hands feather light touch illusively your lush figure perfectly plum it mold you in midair, with eyes tightly shut your scent invade my brain.
calling memories to my nose, slowly my hands stroke trails; pattern once carved on the walls of your flesh.
Resumé time spent with your nakedness.
Standing still; I think of another soldier who had stand at attention at first sighting your cherry chocolate lips which bloom with each kiss ripens sensation.
Watering your flowers, was my best errand.
Tending to your Gordon has the pleasures I've miss.
My lips tingled remembering the sword fights it has witness.
The fierce bottled fought now remembered has a long lost tale.
YOU ARE READING
ME!!!
PoetryDear: journal Thanks for the pages you share, for my pen and pencils to tear scribbling without care of your feelings. Thanks for always being there to collect my pain, doubt and sorrows. Done by: L.A.E (c) All Rights Reserved
