July 16, 2014

May I Trouble You?

I present to you, the monthly poem!

The words I write will never do you Justice.
How can you describe europhia using words?
The strings that form the notes of the songs in a language I can only feel.
Maybe it is the sangria or the saketini that has enhanced my awareness,
my feeling of you,
that we share the same atoms that form air.
I breathe.
I Breathe.
I.
Breathe.
Bring me to your Moon where your love is made.
I breathe. I sway.
I sweat.
This is beyond my body.
A dollar for your trouble.
Zooga malaga!
 
 

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