While You Were Speechless

I took a seat
and started singing
into your pretty feet
words that were honey sweet
and watched your face as you
wept.

In constant anticipation
and a rapid emancipation
of your mental incantations
to my heart.

Then you spoke
and I was touched again
your lips became the pen
and as they formed each word
the music that I heard was
like humming birds in trees.

Your voice was saying
make love to me!
and like the good lover I am
I took out my pen

I wrote you lullabyes
for the days we are apart
I orchestrated etudes
to capture your heart.

I made my way to your bed
but I couldn't get in
cause before I could lay down
you whispered words again

Like how we are literary lovers
and never in a million years
would we find another

That will caress our poetic skin
That renders peace within
our souls together breathing
our bodies heaving

For The Words!

We buzz like around each other
we take turns being honey and the bee
we are flying high as
bluejays in the oak trees.

We are the soul children
touched by the
true and unadulterated word

We are the epitome
of the gifts of mother earth
from our birth
we were meant to be

and literary lovers are we.


There are too many things I have been feeling in the last couple of weeks. I am totally in a elevated and cloud nine space right now. I am more than at peace it is a scary euphoria.

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