King of shadows,
lover of leather;
little lilac, your lady lace queen
awaits, waiting for time to twist us together.
Bubbles and laughter float from above
in that willow—dandelion meadow;
Those sorrow trees sway
and those beautiful weeds glow,
they mimic my heart,
for love shines so bright even when forgotten.
My punch throwing poet,
blue eyed baby, your youthful princess
waits for life to spin us a little closer.
Butterflies and whiskey on the tip of your tongue,
in that forbiddeness, I dare
to fall into the swirl
of lips upon lips, eyes
alluring abyss, fire and fists,
the tremble of chapped, pale lips.
Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts with me about this poem in the comments below.
-Wishing you the brightest of days,Eva
” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”