Thursday, March 16, 2006

DON'T KNOW HOW IN THE HELL SHE DOES IT...

My angel has boxing gloves as well as wings.

She eats my heart in front of me

She pummels me

She licks up all my oxygen

She knocks me out for the count...


and then she delivers

the most beautiful, peaceful dream

spiritually serene

Where everything is new

between us

pure rivulets

streams of beaming light

(where it is new)

and the excitement

and flashes

of our conversations

have yet to convene

and everything we have

buttons and rosebuds

the smile of our beginning


second time this has happened

2 comments:

Daniela Kantorova said...

wow, i haven't been here for so long. this is a beautiful beautiful poem. i have a major writer's block... so my blog has been in hibernation

Arya said...

bring back the blog!