Love is an empty mailbox.
Pregnant with anticipation
Bloated with disappointment.
Lust is a fingerswirl of capaccino.
Lofty bubbles of caramel hue
placed preciously, firmly on my tongue.
The jade eyes and soft
soft
soft
soft
lips
always help.
Take me to sweet Zion baby.
Where water pours sweet as honey
and every hour is happily lost in your embrace.
The sky is always overcast here
Like its waiting to escape.
Or perhaps blocking that heavenly tryst
between the sun and moon
all the earthly eyes of mortals would turn for that show.
Struck blind by their secret eclipse.
Love is an overcast wasted day, cool coffee, and I
eagerly aching for your response.
The plains between us.
The world in a promise.
The beginning of eternity in my jade paradise.
