Saturday, March 19, 2011

poem 78 of 365 / Blissful Fruit

Blissful Fruit

Awakened by the sensual touches of your personality and thinking to myself “what a lucky man”, I think of how much of you I dreamed last night and at every possible chance.

Every one of your kisses is a sure hit to the very thing I miss, and as we sit in this unbalanced mist I can’t help but feel comfortable with it.

Smelling the fruits of your essence and touching your tender caress,
Loving everything about you is living life to its best.

To fruit a life so wonderful, how blissful of a thought this is,
And I can’t help crying lovable tears,
So many years has now swallowed my nagging fears
Now that this blissful fruit has us here.

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