My Darling
My Darling
before I plant the seeds of love in
this poetry, so it can feed your stomach with butterflies &
with these beautiful lines cooked with my fingers.
let these rude letters crack
every part of your body,
& bullet your heart with these
words wrapped in roses buried beneath my sleeves.
because the other night you left your sweet scent on my shirt,
when you landed your body in my arms,
& the smell of your fragrance choked me like an artist chewing his own song.
my mind has become a gallery,
collecting beautiful memories of the past,
like the night you offered me your soft lips, while you calmed the breeze in my chest.
babe, I am not an artist
but I want to paint poetry on your skin with my tongue,
maybe telling you "I Love You" was just a song sang,
so come closer let me bury my emotions with kisses on your nose while seated under the shadow of the Blue Moon.
Just one of the many poems I wrote while away.
©?®? Revolutionary Poet
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