Lips and eyes
As cute as the
Brown skies
In the midst
Of a backward(ly) eclipsed
Yet encrypted sunrise
Where I can only imagine
Us truthfully lying
In the green grass
And orange sands
Of a departed dawn
As we kiss and tell
Each other
Of the ringing bells
Which squander
The music notes
Of my heartbeat
And their peaceful thoughts
As my mind breathes, in,
The scents
Of strawberry lips
As the Chilvarious chants
Of burnt oranges
Bark into my nostrils
And leave me hallucinating,
Gracefully next to you,
Of a time where
Our winds of love,
Like doves,
Breeze thoroughly through
Those red mapplewood trees
Which blow us their leaves
As our picnic
Amongst fading billabongs
Of those hearts once saddened
Leave our lips inter-wined
And intertwined
In flavours of grapes and pinotage
Before the clouds
Plunge curiously towards our giggles
As your throat
Savours the sacred splendor
Of my innocence
Before we rewrite
The patterns
Of our previous scars,
With graceful gestures
Fingerstroked grey’ly
Towards the stars