With my eyes shut tight, I pictured marigold
yellow, and oh tangerine blossoms bursting;
soon after, I figured it was but the onset of
Poinsettias poise with drops of morning rain
I look towards the sky as the wind around me
whispers, the only sound which I hear is your
You are poetry which spills like ink upon a page
Your verse entangles with both hope and desire
You are mystic incantations of whispered love.
The cocktail of your beauty, arousal and the
nervousness with a twist of burning curiosity’s
intoxicating as dusk falls with draping shadows.
I would live a thousand lives a thousand times
Even go through the process of bliss and pain,
Just to have another chance with you again.
Photo credits: www.hdnicewallpapers.com
Form: Twitter Poetry i.e. in 140 characters.
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