Magical Dreams Poem by JHP Poetry

At dusk, we should careen our slippers.
Into the milky way swirls, as the crop of
sugar raptures our mystical whisper.
Warm embraces gasp for traces of lavender.
Like the flow of crimson gowns in a night breeze.
The charm of your touch overflows.
I am the voodoo princess in our precious wander.
Brushed within the magical kingdoms.
May love echo voices to dance therein.
Never to depart minds among cloudy daze.
Or clasp frozen hearts which dangle icicles.
Shall the sun bags bring us back a glow.
As sparks fly on top and underneath passion,
We should make sage around the sizzles.
While beads of sweat mark places of landing;
We dew until moon walks droop under skies.
Our tower is but a tree top nestled in rainbows.
Dreams of sketched imagery painted between souls.