My Imaginary Love
An imaginary love.
So many flowers in the greying sky.
As waves of rainbows fluster bye.
The raindrops on the dry soft ground.
So soft a noise almost no sound.
Make the beauty cycle around.
So much blue in my life .
So deep is the colour in my eyes.
Sadness is in the air.
As the cool breeze dances gaily.
With the follicles in my hair.
I sensed the impending doom.
Of me being alone forever in my room.
Eating ice cream with lashes of single cream.
It breaks with a soft sharp crack.
As I cut it with my second hand spoon.
Hmm the delicious to break the gloom
Cups of hot tea as I watch the day roam on.
Another twenty fours hours gone.
Time I can never get back or use no more.
How I wish I had places to go.
But unfortunately no.
So I will stay the bore.
And in my imagination visit a far off sea shore.
I miss the tender skin of a female lover.
To kiss her warm dark lipstick lips.
Run my fingers through her hair.
To whisper. “darling I really do care”.
And do we dare to be naughty.
Like children and play in the rain.
Jumping in wet splashing puddles.
laughing at each other. And run for cover.
Then that real kiss as we both laugh.
We cannot lock lips as our minds are amiss.
So we hug and laugh more and feel the amore.
The love of two pure life spirits.
As you push me into the cold warm rain
as it wets both of clothes through to our skin.
I look into your green wide wild eyes.
They just look like a mad cats.
So feisty so unpredictably crazy you are definitely daft.
I love being around you all the time so perfect.
You purr and you run your fingers through my hair.
And point out the grey and say.
I love that your so old and so young.
And the way you kiss me and touch me uplifts my psyche.
The world looks at us happy daft and do we care? No.
Tomorrow it will be all over another moment in time.
But our minds our spirits our bodies will be in rhyme.
Every moment together is an amazing time I hope it lasts forever.
If only we knew that death would keep us together with this insane love.
But we wont know till the day our bodies become burnt dust.
As people will scatter our ash to the four winds.
We can only hope that each atom of our love
will come together again? To start our lust anew
Because I do want to touch your spiritual skin
In a another place where we can look into each others face
Amongst the stars in a beautiful space
And find our paradise so immaculate a place
Where every moment for time will not exist
So we can spend eternity in wholesome bliss.
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