Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, August 24, 2020

Magic of Your Kiss

 I thought I had slipped into the abyss

until I was lifted by the magic of your kiss,

it bridged the distance like a rainbow in the sky

uniting your heart closely here with mine. 


No wings upon these shoulders of mine and 

still I found I rose to the cloud they call nine,

taking your hand and pulling you up above

where we can dance in celebration of our love.


This paradise is mine and yours alone

the place where only lovers of sweet go, 

I was there when you closed your eyes to sleep

and I am there when you wake up if you only

dare to believe. 






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