Forlorning day of boring thoughts… Daydreams are but welcomed into this world… Dark and deep… Fathomless. Coffeeshops… Cups of distant thirst… Decending into a heartbeat… Racing faster. What is there for the thinker… Metal meshed into a plastercine… A machete of a puppet… Fingering shoomished. Boldly touch… Coldly warm… Bronzed woman… Breasts jutting out like tiny moons. Set adrift… With no paddles or oars… You are my west wind… Bring with it sweet ambrosia. Mild tropical storm… Spraying us with the smell of love… Smiles begin to form… From the union of our lips. What can there be… Us… That delicate natural… Casting Away of Us. Detrimental to the lover’s satisfaction… Yet, the beloved is oblivious to the fact… When there is a love in the await… Do not allow them to wait too long. One might miss that very object of desire… Suffering for that very reason for life… Neverending sadness… Forlorn lover of mine. Chase the part of me that has appeared to you… Do not let go of the rabbit once in hand… What of that? Changing paradigms of the heart forever a mystery. Alas, there you be… Snapping that photo of us… Using the camera of the mind… Developed in the heart. Wham… On the cutting room floor… Stepped on and over… For another black and white. What chance did I have… In your collection… Of colourful lovers… That hang everywhere in your studio? Hey wait a moment… Your evil ploy might just work yet… But unless you take that image of me… It becomes useless. The reality of the real… Is that you can hold my hand… Feel the warm hands… Holding yours. Bodies twisted every which way… Bound by heavenly energy… Waiting for your gentle guidance… To the source of everything. Give me exact that… Should I expect less from you… Or should I expect more… Of the same rejection. Nope there is nothing else of importance… Where for is there anything… That can make the universe move me… For I am a mountain of love. Join me and reach the summit… Grapple me… Hold onto those rough edges and climb… Do not fall over backwards because of me. This is your last warning… Do not forget to smell the scent of that early good morning… Let your windows take in that fresh delight… Devour every morsel like it is your last. Start at the centre… Work your way to the creamy middle… Lick your lips after nibbling… Every so often bite like you mean it. It will endear me to you that much more… Then not to get my attention… Or to even talk with me after ever cigarette… When there is nothing but you and I.
Posted on: Sat, 28 Sep 2013 05:51:58 +0000
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