I woke up this morning with the most beautiful words embracing my mind. Intensely holding me so close and whispering, pick me, pick me, I want you to take me and flow with me, wine and dine me. Fly with me to the highest mountain peak, feel the wind splayed on our backs and move to the rhythm of earth vibrations. Let me be a part of your surrealism, your infinite flow of sensual desire...pick me, let me be the one to climb much higher, twisting, turning, thrusting so...pick me, I'm the word and the word is me, let me be your philosophy...won't you pick me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes! A wonderful occurrence when the words beg to be chosen. You picked the right ones, Melvina.
Thank you for reading and commenting Kelly, I finally have a reply button, love that.....