If you would let me
I would macarena on your cheek
Pirouette on your temples
Waltz down the bridge of your nose
And fly over your open lips
To land on your chin.
I would butter-fly across your chest
And scatter powder as I flutter
Then circle your navel and
Follow the fine line of hair down under.
I would rev up my car and drive up your spine
Bumping over every vertebrae
Till I reached the dark forests.
And there on the rutty track behind your ear
I would quietly park my car and enter
The thick undergrowth of your hair
And lose myself there.
Perhaps, one day you would scratch your head
And ask, What was that?
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A free flight of creativity on winged imagination. Beautiful piece of poetry written in persuasive poetic expressions with artistic brilliance. An insightful work of art. Thanks for sharing Ray and do remain enriched.
Thank you so much!