There Are Always Haters
We were on a long walk in the park
in late August
The lake water shimmered against the sun’s gaze
fall was upon us
And I stopped to lean against a tree
It was the farthest one I could find
You leaned against me and a passerby said something like,
“It won’t last ladies” as if there was something we were hiding
When it was their own love that was washed away with the tide
Long ago along the way when running laps through hearts lapsed
But we enjoy the playful breeze and embrace in practice
And pretend not to listen as thoughts run through our heads
And we enjoy the disguise of being one with one another instead
Tip-toes arch, arms out stretch as I press my body upon her
We gaze deeply while set ablaze letting our desires run asunder
Full of life as we touch every sense is ignited
Ignoring glares and stares of lives left unenlivened
Having never experienced the passion incited
With flailing hearts set to stone
Engulfed within the bodies of ice cold people
In spite of
This love we find ourselves dabbling in
By those same critics
Recusing when love reaches in
Yet somehow our feelings are mental holograms
Situated in a place they can’t conceive of when
They know love can’t be cloned so they remain discontented
Like people trapped inside of aliens
When aliases break down – they condense
But we are signed, sealed and delivered – for love is like that
It is senseless when it triggers
With every kiss that we extract
The most intense feeling that ever existed
Outside of pain anyway
Which most of them are inflicted with
I think as I press my lips to hers once again
And listen to the thoughts fluttering in
Silently uttering something reminiscent of
“Poor them…”
Love it!
mmm…deep. I like this.
NICE!!!!!!
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