His presence is soothing when I feel blue.
He makes me feel our love is one so true-blue.
His sheets are shades of white and aqua blue.
He makes my soul feel it is in deep ocean blue.
His heart chakra's astral radiance so green.
For him I want to go thru, come out of screen.
He may feel jealous, but he is never mean.
His love makes me feel like I am again a teen.
His soul's as lovely as a moonflower so violet.
His aura as calm and sweet as an owlet.
His care as soft and soothing as a towelette.
We make love beneath lights coloured violet.
Being with him, makes me think of these,
Lovely colours of scene that puts me at ease,
Violet mountains, blue sky, green trees,
Standing beside this man who I love to please.
In that moment of time,
That I'm drenched in your mind ,
What you think is a kiss,
Is the brink of just bliss...
That will lather our tongues,
After gathering some,
Which appears to inspire,
What turns tears to saliva...
Though we're locked in embrace,
There's this look on your face ,
As I catch what your lips,
Is letting fall to your hips....
So that nothing is wasted,
And the only thing tasted,
Is the fire I'm sipping,
In such desire it's dripping...
So dam moist it becomes wet,
Your only choice is a towelette,
To relive what the thirst,
Seemed to give you at first...
Terry
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Water drop
Anguish
Cries
Out
Did I need to taste your sorrow?
She drowned me
While screaming fixated curiosities
Why I would not return
Oblivious to the obvious
Dilapidated wonder-wall
dripping concrete uncertainty
The fusion of incomprehensible dependency
retarding mass exodus of heart
As she cries all over again
I become a ripped towelette
thrown over her tattered neck of loneliness,
rushing into enigmatic corazon
I embrace familiar barrier
blocking out ultraviolet massacres
speaking subdued tongues,
another floating perdition
needing
a new painting against recycled canvas
Sweet dreams made
of
nothing
Did I need to taste the desolate madrigal
that I see running towards conundrum's savior,
still ready to love me tomorrow?
This heart is full.
I remove her weeping moon
searching for crescent bounds,
riding precipitous eclipse
My ears lie against vertigo's throat of irregularities
As she begs for the liar to return home
Because I always mattered
in the end
Allegedly
© Drake J. Eszes
"Forever will a scar remain upon broken ties. Memories serve to both assure and ruin in my eyes." -Anonymous
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