Sada_bear

What is love?


Love is like a void. It consumes you. Even when love is lost.


And in its wake, upon its wall, love's trace embossed


Ambrosial passion two toned adornment collapsing symbolically from the collective's inebriation.
absorbed irenically into my phrenic current I sprout viridian forget me not's carpeting into the gazebo of your quivering atrium so we may mambo to rhythmic twinkle of saintly stars.

Comments2

  • Bfrench7

    That's one of a kind.. Nice !!!

  • Cyprian Van Dyke

    Well written poem. Nice collab. All of it fell into place very nicely.



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