bonding :: fonyuyson :: Original Poetry

bonding

Still is my soul and

Calm the drum of my heart,

Bathing in serenity of another kind

Though mortal that I endure

Dare not reside in such flattery;

Our two souls jostling,

The milky sweetness of our lips,

Bodies charged with electricity

Torrents of sweat flooding our spine

Your fresh smell of lilies and

My muscles taut, my eyes close and

Gravity is but no force, birds

Floating from below,

As we pillow our hearts on the clouds.