PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Laughter filters through green stained glass
throwing bass noted to dance and melt into a futon.
Run nail bitten fingers through my hair
and know this is no place for paranoia.

The essence of raw honey and fresh grapes rides your tongue
after a questioning brush of silk lips.
Realities lay checked by the door
because this is (supposedly) too perfect to be happening.

Wind-chimes mingle with bass notes,
content limbs tangle lovingly,
knowing with you I sampled happiness,
and that (without regret) I may never turn back from this moment.