Will you move me?
Will your dialect know no bounds?
Will you hold me?
I am an unwritten paragraph.
Will you be my ink?
Can my downfalls become our melancholy uprisings?
Can we fly beyond the imaginary rainbows and kiss the rain?
Can we look beyond diamond hypocrisies and simply make each other priceless?
…is with you.
…are of you.
Each breath presents resuscitation.
For I am not your mask,
I am your lungs!
Mother Nature’s oxygen has NOTHING on the air we breathe
From Yin/Yang swan dives and chocolate sunrises
Declaring amnesia to step aside!
We have an embedded dance to share!
Each dip and sway, removing corrupted solitude from your hair!
For I need no declarations to the world,
You are already in mine!
Standing upon edge of eagle’s wing
I see a familiar, moistened fog.
My passive breath, ready to remove the sorrow
As I wonder
Will you remember me?
©Drake J. Eszes