Planet Us Grasp my hand and follow me, into a world beyond your imagination. Where fantasy is mere moments from reality, and time, is but a measurement of your embrace. A clock that sleeps as I rediscover you. A world that labels convention: fragile, and elects us: the standard all aspire to. Breathe my name with absolute possession, And offer me yours without fear. For I exist here, as only a witness to your beauty and the words it speaks to me. Know me youthful and know me old, with your breath being the moment of change. The pertinent factor that frees my maturity, and adds depth to the verses I offer as flowers. For what is prose but that which your existence throws to me? And what is poetry if not the raw emotion that bursts from my heartbeat by your beauty? And within this profession, I confess a truth my tongue could hold no longer: I, adore you. With dalliance being frail, to the intimacy I seek to obtain in a world where I "know" you. A world where the purpose I wish for, is more than any "girl" could ever comprehend, Yet, it sleeps in the core of a woman, who wonders of a planet of pure passion. Passion that reduces the most carnal instinct of our nature to an innocent ember, And lust becomes an insult to what is felt. Though your beauty be fuel enough to burn my bones with perennial yearning, It is the thought of "you" that renders my longing insatiable. And within the world I wish to reveal to you, all that has been spoken, is merely the birth of what your existence does to me. Grasp my hand and follow me, into a world beyond imagination. Where fantasy yields to reality, and learns, from watching me want to cherish you.
Posted on: Sun, 30 Jun 2013 03:03:23 +0000
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