The Time In Love

The drain of education buckle my belt of understanding to slight I saw twinkle of light from the dark corner of the sky, the branch of imagination hook's me to river Nile I can't stop loving you. The river Nile pen is my diary where I use to keep you recorded. The height of the benchmark I have been making to stand by you, to pick you up when you are sad, to take to gardens of orchards, and the barbecues night fence from the intruders from infiltrating into our affairs. The roses in my hand is holistically for you, the envelope of love cloud my imagination from penetrate to any person, except to your magical love. clap of thought waves of tides smile of flowers by the bank of the sea imaging you in our cloud in bed, tongues sliding side to side licking, and itching the pinching, wishing to swallow the day and chew the night for supper. The feeling of sweetness tasted in my elbows the axe of love inking That's stain jolted me into your flower default the mistake I never made to miss you while on mission to the blanket of shoving trembling fingers, building slippery sound from groomed and aimed to the target. Rolling from education to medications fast to dedication systematic minding my own business under the shape of Cookies biscuit, To banquet love; I bullied by bullet to testimonial kilo hertz. It mirrors to mirage to lukewarm, to vindicate capsule to culvert sound of cricket by the side of rivers, Gubah.