Youth

We are lovers, you and I.

Dusk 'till dawn

we shall hold each other in our arms, 

and embrace each other

with the warmth of a passion burning.

My fingers are forever entwined in yours.

Don't let go. 

Sweet nothings and heavenly sighs

emerge from your cracked lips. Little

whispers of pleasure and bliss form

in your mouth. I

cannot help but

hush you instead. Your 

 warm breath is tickling 

my ear. 

Tinkling chimes of the

morning bell remind me

of the soft, sweet kisses you

always left on my

now blushing cheek. How rosy are your lips.

Soft they are to the touch, and how they curl

at the slightest kiss I give you. 

I wrap your arms around me.

Those long, lanky arms of yours

embrace me with the lightest touch.

I want no other security blanket. You

comfort me, assure me, and warm me

from the cold, chilly air

of the wet, rainy season. 

The moon blushes, and the stars twinkle

with childish laughter. 

The sun cannot help but wink at us. But

who are they to stop us?

I love you. 

You are mine. Forever and always. 

Let our youthful love begin. Let it never end.

So light my cigarette, baby.

and let's dance to our drunken stupor of

break-away blues and guitar strums. 

Melodious is your voice.

Entice me, my lover

with your honey-dipped notes

and plucking strings

serenading me

with a different kind of rhythm. Syncopated. 

You'll dance to the low notes, and

I'll dance to the high notes. Together,

we'll dance 'till we create the

perfect harmony. 

Sing to me.

Sing to me of your

frustrations, troubling woes, and of

your broken heart. 

I will be your healer.

Let my melody match the rhythm

of your still-beating heart, and let it

come back to life

once more. Dancing

to our beat.

You are my lover,

and I am yours. The summer days

are hot and passionate; the

winter nights are cool

and dreamy. Love is in

abundance. Let our youthful

laughter fill the endless times, and

let our young, naive love

be the start of all things

new.

31/7/11

Reading this again makes me wonder how intoxicated I was with romantic love before.