Love Summersaults On Bliss Sands
Let us find time and space, my love, where you and I
Fly high, try never again to cry
No matter what flak circumstances try
To lumber on us
When feelings blow hot on the bus
Where for your sake and mine we vow never again to fuss
Over trifles
Emanating from tongue-waggers’ rifles
Caught up in needless scuffles
Which needn’t you and I worry
Harass, embarrass or harry
Regardless of whether the sorrow celery
Lost on unknown streets
Where spooks to discourage you and I send meaningless tweets
Sugar-coated with savoury sweets
Your mouth and mine consider in bad taste
Whether in slow motion or in a haste
Determining to beat down our chest
As we determine to make a sudden leap
Forward to awaken from the sleep
Where from world troubles away we keep
Enmeshing our loving hands
As we surge forth to promised lands
Where our love summersaults on bliss sands.
Copyright © John Sensele | Year Posted 2018
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