Let me be your bliss, like after sex
That kiss over the shinning sweat,
Breath which leaves to flush off
All the burdens of baggaged regret.
The peace of losing the heep
Over the most precious part,
And the listlessness of a child
To build the castle from start.
The view of stars in the rolled up eyes
Talks to wander in the celestial space,
But be back, as home is here
And take life in your warm embrace.
The crave to puff the wind
Into the lifeless whistle that moans,
In the arms of flaccid senses
Which were once, to break the bones.
The feel of floating above the rest
And lying naked in ones own bed,
Still the kick to get over the heels
And fill the gut with butter and bread.
The dance of the thumping beats
Which makes you roam, in your skin
The attire that I yearned to earn
The afterglow that comes from within.
The identity of nothingness
Which fills your heart,
To know what remains after this
Love it is, the unsaid art.