Feeling so close to my emotions,
Like the chemistry of my body to its lotion,
Love is a notion that keeps teaching me
How to love me and myself only, like I have no neighbors.
But, will I ever forget the feeling of true love
Or the day you made me love the clove of your seraphic glove.
Or the very day, I felt I saw an angel, just like Jesus saw the dove.
It drove my imagination to a paradise that exists not,
I will always remember the day you made me believe angels are humans too.
So, I asked myself, how could we have fallen,
To the extent, we fought back and forth,
like we're never lovers made to love,
Are we even made to love?
Since, we've been two ways apart,
and two lines parallel to each other,
Still, we made a worthy partner
Like a bone and straight,
I still see that bone straight of yours.
How could we have fallen this far,
Staring at each other's imaginary hearts,
Still, I marveled at the ties of love, that blur
The line of truth and lofty lies that mocks a lover's dignity,
More like the thin lines that dissect your tits and thighs,
Or the thread of kiss I drew through the nape of your neck
To tease the deck of your dangling tits.
How could we have fallen so far, I inferred,
Is it the warmth of your arms,
Or the beads around your waist,
Is the taste of your lips,
Or the straddle of your hips.
Is it the notion in your eyes that melts the desire in my heart,
Is it the lovely thighs or the lonely crank of my sigh,
How could we, how couldn't we have fallen this far?
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I would like to translate this poem