You picked me up like the breeze
Does the dried leaf on a tree
Rushed headlong with me
Wild, heedless and free
You whirled me around in the breeze
Of your love until reality’s gravity
Overcame you and me
And I found we could not be
You held me up in the breeze
Long as you could possibly
But the inevitable, evitable inanevitable
Pull of fate would not let you stay
You were my only one-the breeze
And now some love me with great gusts of lust
Or the slow trickle of those that love for they must
Yet for just,
A moment in your happy swirl
I’d give all the world…
© kevin gachuma
Related posts:
2 Comments
Joliea
*Tears*
Beautiful! Simply en-magnifique!
30 Jun
Bodo
AWETHAM!
2 Aug
Leave a Comment