More intimate than sex
Love is more than one expects
It connects and directs aspects of perfect devotion
This cliché emotion usually gets lost in the commotion
Like floating in the ocean I’m moving in slow motion
I give in to the notion of loves potion and the beauty of heart shaped glasses
I bat mascaraed lashes as my mind crashes and becomes a valentine of confettied ashes for you
My heart’s in the destruction too
For you I can’t subdue the crimson and rouge
Like church ladies in their pews I feel from the outside in
Your presence overcomes me and enters through my pores
When you play I surrender to each chord
For lack of better words…
You’re adored
Thursday, May 6, 2010
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