Lucky the air your lungs greet. luckier the lungs holding your heart luckiest the heart beating life into you lucky you my love being forever with you lucky the trees, watching over for your ease as the sun rays in a tease, rush over to your face for a kiss luckier your face holding within your smile light luckiest is this light painting life as you shine lucky is this street, listening to the songs of your feet luckier is your feet taking your steps to where the heart leads luckier the sheets covering your pains for the night luckiest are the pains for they of you demand to be felt lucky that pillow being your fantasy dream set every morning wet daily bet it can never better than this, get! then the lucky mirror smiling back at you yes it can! just in a dimple flash span luckier the unbuttoned tees and perfect ripped jeans the perfect socks and wild screaming teens luckiest the sprinkled scent of pleasure dripping in and out making love to your pores magic stores of desire setting my heart on fire when you get ready to roundabout i am burning inside out from the lucky coffee mug to the luckier screen hug passing by the luckiest life bits i wish i was in it a moment, you hashtag for the no forgetting The colder side of the pillow the warmer part of the sheet those drops who made it out of the bottle for your neck sensational meet can i be that out of the bucket list perfect boot cut? with the rips and all the blood rush oh what if i can turn into that Atwood of your air, gush you can't see but you can't live without that invisible and that necessary the socks you can't go wrong about these favorite golden goose the random late night thoughts at lose your moment alone being the Marshall in your ears Billy the innocent man in you and build in a pair of platinum wings and an engine so that whenever you fly, my love, you will be first class seated in my then lucky, luckier, luckiest, heart.
Where do you go? when out of my eyes bed as the day breaks off your sunny blink? lazy me would just stay in watching you rising off the sheets of my dream treading gently on my chirping hairs calling off my lips couplets for Coffee and lighting my sanity up for a smoke. Where do you go? when they take you away from me, my wicked stares they make you up in my sight all dressed up in my designer night bare of your own skin wearing our mad lovin and spreading to my sky glares, your Icarus wings your eye then sings so i become but an eye of a heart.
Where do you go... when the fresh air of my lungs greets your lips and you warmly whirling onto my cherry garden of patience where do they keep you, those playful alphabetical mid-nighters of mine in the am of my thirst and your hunger? what do they to your eyes about, linger? and what -in my forbidden namesakes- do you to shut them away, murmur? disarmed at your peril hairs my refugee fingers surrender and i start a new delicious life playing my way through. Where do you go.. after they savor you my gourmet prose fingertips such a poetic connoisseur for you i am and you my love are so literally edible from the opening of your rhyming forehead to your toes last stanza an appetizer when you blink and when you smile, a full sonnet main course. on your jingle menu my love, capricious beams and for my appetite, an epic tuneful of poetic you. Where do you go.. when i shake them, my -don't lie- lines hips at your one eye to mine home coming party and when they take you by the hand my-longing for your touch- hairs band playing on the tunes of your shy smile scattered like my long night wishes and at your moves caresses through, undone. Where do you go.. when out of my flesh set after my every cell at your action, sweat reciting your glare lines to my euphoric blood rush audience what a fervent performance! i take my eye to your greet at the backstage of our patience as i see you standing there in the center of my high selling excitement and buying of our waiting some time. So, don't go when you do listen not where they call for you not for a wink "fear not" you say, the word is already fading away in my bravest at your sight revolution arranged in twinkling lines your spiky silver beads threads entwine, a march of victory at the gates of your
lipsy heaven Liberating my chants of awe, as i rebelliously take my metrical stands solemnly to demand your love.
