Crème de la Crème
On hands and knees holding the gates of heaven below, in front, and above
A sore tongue still can’t get enough, drenched by her silky streams of soft love
My lower lip pouts towards her cup and peruses
‘That sweet jasmine milk, those honey sugared juices’
Poetry is a lot like cream :)
I love how both are created
Most times I can hear or feel it before ever seeing it
Those ecstatic expressions of escapism
Bordering near fright
Volcanically erupting tsunamis of bliss from subconscious realms
The signs appear before heaven’s velvet walls grip increasingly tight
Coming on me in flashes of thunder clapping on a dark summer’s night
Drawing with a diamond tipped blade dripping pearls
Gleamed by her moonlight
Musical expression inspired by such songs I alone
Could never possibly write
Firm yet delicate calligraphy over her tiger stripes-
Marks the sign of love’s enchanting maze
Drunk from one look at her lashes aura I am-
That sapphire flame, it’s emerald glaze
It’s from الله
