The Lost Realist

Come here my love,
Let me submerge,
In our love,
Slowly.

Let me feel you,
Your heart, soul,
Straining for me,
Placidly.

Give me your beauty,
So I’m imbued,
In its radiance,
Sunburnt.

Let your hair flow,
And ensconce me,
So I exhale,
Released.

We are here now,
With our love.
So be here,
Forever.

The kisses and caresses,
Are fickle, illusive.
But our dreams,
Real.

So come lets dream,
Plant a seed,
Of love here,
Now.

Slake a scorched world,
Which seeks just
One thing now,
Love.

Come, let us dissolve,
Forget our “I”s,
Into one Life,
Together.

This poem wrote itself. I wanted to write more but it just brought itself to a conclusion and wouldn’t budge. When I read it again, it didn’t feel incomplete at all. Strange feeling, but in a good way =).