With lips that kiss my lips till I'm left with
With nothing but a crave to be just with...
In summer memories,
You are like dripping honey...
Oh fluffy, whitey pillow!
when night do comes...
God
We are the lampposts in the streets...
Sometimes you wonder,
Is this really what I am meant to do...
In you, I live to die.
For life is death...
Should I compose a sonnet just for you?
You are a judge who's tired of reading them...
At the Shore . . .
There was a wave, a tiny wave...
These eyes as brown as Earth
And these tears that flow like rivers...
Water and the rocks,
Splish and splash, the river goes...
It's true so many flowers bloom with water,
but you do not - you bloom with love, my love...
When writing this prompt, I want to have
as much fun as I used to have whenever it rained...