Genre: Life, Society, Rhyme
I wrote a poem
about the inferno
that burns
in the pit
of God’s belly,
and how it’s spit
with caustic intentions
unto a world
that still hasn’t
quite figured out
how to handle
the last dose
of suffering
delivered
as a plague
of pestilence
and other such
terrible perturbations.
Then I swam
in your eyes
as the earth cooled off,
calming at its core,
soothed at my center.
Not just an ocean,
but an oasis.
Not just a womb,
but the waters of life.
Not just a smile,
but electric songs
vibrating
from your lips
with every shift
of this sweet symphony.
I watched a poem
write itself
while the day went black
and the curtains fell,
shrouding evolution
as the last gasp
of civilization
snuffed out
beneath the violent rhythm
of decayed seizures
and hollow shaking
in the bones
of a broken theory
gone oh so wrong.
Then I danced
to the sound
that echoes off walls
in a room
blessed with your presence
as we spun
under the spotlight
of a circle
drawn by the hand
of fate
and freewill
aligned perfectly
in harmony
with the bliss
born from your touch.
Not just a dream,
but a vision manifested.
Not just a raft,
but a ship that saves souls.
Not just a laugh,
but the frequency of your purity.
Not just a moment,
but a sign
on the path
ahead
that points toward
you and me
together.
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