Lovers
Don’t speak of graves
dear wonder.
Your heart is not on trial,
the moon is hollow, still.
Let not melancholy burn your will.
Solidity only works when
you’re not in love.
It’s grasp: the devotion,
rips gaping holes
of honesty.
Let’s be honest,
together.
I know for certain
where
questions are born:
inside mouths of lovers.
When the kiss
or miss,
in a simple glance,
create explanations.
Love is meditation.
Love is asking questions.
Here’s a question:
Are your dreams of me?
Doesn’t really matter...
the matter is up in the air,
On a supernova
two lovers share.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
