Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, October 22, 2020

I

 I wanna make the mountain bow

to make it easier to get to you, 

I wanna make the rivers flow

sailing in one direction to you. 


I wanna make the skies blue 

even when those skies are gray,

I wanna whisper in your ear

" I love you more with each

passing day."


I wanna dream night and day

of holding you here close to me, 

I wanna exchange those kisses

sweet the ones that bring you

to your knees. 



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