In my sight I could not find her,
In my hands I never saw her neither,
The pen was dysfunctional and inkless,
The paper thirst and so clear,
The words went with the wind,
The expressions did vanish also,
Yet in my heart she was always there,
My hands were widely open to receive her
To love waiting upon the mesonoxian experience
I never thought I could see you again,
The clocks did fell from the wall,
Sounding the death knell of our love,
My heart flooded and drowned,
My life in your heart,
Dont you imprison it again,
My heart in your hands,
Dont you go and hurt me again
Its all about a chance,
Babie its fly or fall
In the dreams of a sleepless man,
Waiting upon the mesonoxian experience
The stars shall call me great,
The walls shall stare and wonder,
The translations of all the thoughts,
The night will be long,
Yet the experience so short,
To scream my name,
Or to laugh with pleasure,
The mesonoxian experience
Two lovers with an untold history,
Two hearts with an unfold intimacy,
Avoiding war but being ready for it,
Making love like unto war,
The bed knows about the night,
The love, the sweat, the breath,
The mesonoxian experience
Come along sweet lover,
The night is ours,
Sweat and drying you i shall,
I will be your bike,
Babe ride me slowly,
Us in our mesonoxian ex perience
Gaylord Munemo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mesonoxian-experience/
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