Devour bliss of life
emblazing the bare soul in
the honour of subsistence.
Categories:
emblazing, life, philosophy, poetry, truth,
Form: Haiku
What is this thing?
That floats upon the wind,
‘Cause I can’t get enough,
‘Neath grey clouds above.
For it’s magic I feel,
And forever I reel,
Amidst within this,
Strange sensation.
When you smile I fly,
Across the blue skies,
A zephyr through my hair,
Caressing me with care.
You remove any foe,
I have on earth below,
I’m forever gliding,
Towards salvation.
When we kiss I expire,
Combusting into fire,
No sense of pain or hurt,
Yet I could almost burst.
Such a delicate taste,
Fires me into space,
Like a rocket of lust,
With passion emblazing.
Amidst passionate love,
From dusk to dusk,
Nothing else matters,
We spill and shatter.
Together as one,
Our senses undone,
We are meant to collide,
Bursting damnation.
I think you are it,
The one & only culprit,
I’ve never felt this before,
Since you walked through my door.
Now my greatest fear,
Occurs when you’re near,
You are my,
Darkest temptation.
(c) 2015 PJ Bayliss
Categories:
emblazing, lust, romance,
Form: Free verse