This poem is so because a one Drew broke my writer's block and gave me a headstart and a Russian Jajja of mine pushed me to...and helped me edit.Thanks guys :)
Imagine how the morning
would taste,
If we kissed the night before,
and watched it blush
with oranges and plums
with the arrival of the morrow.
Imagine both of us dueting
in that lullaby sweet and simple,
Hand in hand watching its stars shine
bright and twinkle.
We'd embrace it after
And in its ears whisper,
'All is well Darling,
Its our love that really matters.''
The sun and hours and shadows
and peacock's crow need not bother,
the peace you have,
the beauty you've bestowed,
for what matters is
the destiny you followed,
to be ours and let us with love shower.
Imagine how morning would taste
if we kissed the night before.
it would taste devine.
My lips, your lips feathering kisses
on our night's cheek.
And proceeding to that waltz of tongues,
slow, deep,ethereal.
Bringing everything suddenly to a stand still.
The perfect kiss of three-
Me, you and the night.
Unimaginable
but now accomplished.
we plant a last kiss and nestle together
to harness
the warmth and magic.
naked,
sacred.
we slept well,
and in dreams felt
we kissed the night,
Everything is right.
:-*
