the
sun will sink to take a drink from the salty ocean
the
moon will rise before our eyes lighting night’s commotion
the
night’s parade will now cascade down every boulevard
l.a.’s
a stage where we all play without an actor’s card
tonight
i’ll kiss just like a prince waking sleeping beauty
street
performers on the corner acting scenes from movies
abandon
all that came before on every movie screen
to
re-enact our sweet love unlike anything they’ve seen
imagination
can’t conceive the beauty of your face
no
c.g.i could ever try to capture your embrace
you
make me feel nothing is real if not seen through your eyes
you
are the only definition which can be formalized
the
only purpose for a kiss is lips which you possess
all
poetry is only free if it’s used to confess
emotions
made material by you exquisite form
which
make category five hurricanes seem like gentle storms
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