poetry

1. My Comfort
Before our eyes met our hearts connected
we were intertwined before we were acquainted
As you heard the beats of my heart overhead
You looked up from your reverie
the glitter in your eyes lit room
Before your silhouette, stood a winged universe
Ready to take flight at the snap of your fingers shut tight
even cupid shot itself in pleasurably fright
Never before have the gods created a radiance
such gentleness and grace astounded the entire human race
indeed the gods have outdone themselves
As gentle as a dove the midnight breeze freeze as in an alcove
feelings taking flight with wings in droves
Behold you are above
For therein lies the beginning of my hell
trying not to hit rock bottom but staying in the warmth of your bosom
but such fantasies who can tell
only possible in the depths of a glass of despair
i fix a shot of comfort and as low as i fall, you are my air