To
freely fly, adrift a cloud, soaring through galaxies. I net
to
cherish such a feeling, freefalling centuries; and there you
are:
statuesque, beauty to my eyes, pleading your love. I
cry
mahogany, fading into lilies, punctured by love. We
stand
so nameless, more than strangers, aloof to paragraphs.
I
argue for fate, often so cruel, to love you engulfed in
blackdamp.
We rupture through futures, a wheel of
possibilities,
laced in amore, and hummingbirds are gazing,
lilting
imagination. I venture a city, to journey through
brown
eyes, a trancelike fever; and there you are: picturesque,
honey
to my taste, yielding your love. We love eternal, addled
by
reality, refusing to gainsay love. I catch you, to jiggle dice,
betting
all on a lucky four. I struck a ten, and thrice an eight,
only
to land on love. I’m certain to unsure, and sure to
uncertain,
riding destiny’s wheel.
