A ghostly image
of a spiritual connection
that you placed on my soul
the last time you came home
I still dream of a place where we run free
in a field of dandelions
underneath a morning glow of a sunset
behold beauty before my eyes
cupid may know I'm too dumb to realize love
that is bestowed upon me
so pierce my heart with a hundred arrows
to have the adrenaline of your name
course through my mind
the bewildering sound of your voice move loud
but very soft through my eardrums
banging on them
letting your presence ring vibrations in my body
to trigger it to move towards you and hold you
like an empty lock on a broken door
I'll never let go
even if kicked down or shot up
my last breath from you is my last kiss
but water falls on my face and says "please get up"
and a voice inside my head says "you've fallen in love"
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Love Dalius
A poet stuck on the moon. I post a new poem every two weeks of the month. I hope you enjoy the writing that I share with you.
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