beauty and the bliss

i use to walk these city streets without a place to go

aimlessly and incomplete i traveled sidewalks slow

but now i can’t walk fast enough to get to where you are

i’ve left behind the hobo life of waiting for boxcars

 

sometimes the sun will watch me run the closer that i get

or moonlight might watch me in flight arriving in a sweat

when at your door a knock implores the passion of your kiss

you open up i lose my stuff in beauty and the bliss

 

i barely let you close the door before my lips impress

the fullness of your fragile rose blooming with tenderness

“you’re stunning” i will always say as beauty gives me pause

i am so dazed and in a haze that words are a lost cause

 

and so i fill the silence with a lingering embrace

where every breath is just a sigh wafting across your face

you’ve come to learn i’m made infirm by just the sight of you

facilitate our pending date by putting on your shoes

open the door and motion that we must be on our way

if beauty is a flower you’re a million bouquets

 

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