Myth In The Real Poem by Keith Anastase KAMOSSO

With my eyes closed:
As the wind blew her hair gently
My heart raced up to want for more
Craving for a touch just a single touch
My hands shook when I tempted to touch
Through my mind it was all reality occurring
Nakedly area it was all a myth in a love song
Chanted loud up in the skies
With words of passion and melody of ardor
My body shivered for the lack of the contact
The sound of my thoughts resembled to the song
Crooned by the angels on the salvation mountain
I felt her stroke through the words of my mind
Her smell in my sensory like a zenith of a fresh rose
Happiness in my veins flew like hot blood
I open for glimpse or gaze or peep
The light of the beauty, the sight of angel
The smile of the sky down to the earth
What a feeling of a feat in a love battle
She the queen not the quest of the crowd
I was the king not a kilt of a roman soldier

With my eyes barely open:

It's hard to breathe, what is happening
My eyes are closed, why am I not moving?
Knock knock on my ear, what a smooth gulp of air
Rise and shine, roses are still red my love
Wake up and kiss me up, it's time of our lives
It's not a dream; it's a life we are living