Keep It Lose

Let us remain here in this sleazy old hotel room Doing this and that To what and whom Learning who you are, Learning what I am. Let’s talk of Martin Garrix, the music you love, or about that little bit of the Indian Ocean in our view. There’s that crack across the ceiling And the hotel walls are peeling. Lets talk about the shells and sand or about those deserts where skies are deceiving, where rain rarely reaches the ground; There are lost men who keep on believing, that there’s plenty of gold to be found. Am all yours, lets name all pies you like, or how you chase the sunset, for that perfect moment as the sun goes down. Lets pour our hearts out, what are your fears, a gator, a snake or a scratch on your supple face, let us not be hasty, don’t talk about love, lets have fun keep it lose and see where it leads. LEWISE POETRY piverleyblog.wordpress.com