The Silver Key
A magic lump of silver with a Byzantine flower.
Planted on your chest a long time ago.
Awakened by the magic of our 555 kisses,
the silver key became.
Which opens the door to dreams of parallel
lives.
*
Intoxicated, in a crystal boat,
we glide down the green waters of the
mystical river.
You lie on my shoulder and kiss my cheek.
Opium magic voices dripping from juicy lips.
You describe the beauty of our unborn son.
Below is the depth of dreamy water.
*
I stared at the bright emerald tower in the
distance.
Nocturne above Miscatonic castle whispers.
It feeding hope of a trapped past.
And the life of our love without a decade's
sleep.
*
Our hands are tightly knit.
At the doorstep of the Hall of True Love.
Echoes of our steps in consciousness.
As these guardians dragons eat out of your
hand.
*
The sages rushing through the ancient
books.
Around a massive bowl of jade on the
volcanic rock feet.
Inside, our hearts are embraced.
Soaked by magical wine.
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Copyright © Maximilian G. Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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