What if Abbie dived deeper into my sea of dreams
and saw what the teeming thoughts deem
beautiful in sight, smell, touch, and taste,
and when I hear her steps, I'll turn with haste.
Dali! I stand here with you, standing beneath a lantern
shaped into a heart, as we meddle with banter.
A quiet moment with the chanteuse under the poet's sky
while sycamore trees line up, sky high.
YOU ARE READING
Mahal-lika!
PoetryIs love just a a collection of feelings for one? Is it just a sweet section of chocolate for one? Hearken! My heart beats faster, the box shakes stronger -- Mahal-lika! Let us tell their stories of love divine, their love full of sin!
