Among the few absolutes of the universe is this, "No one wants to read your stupid, crappy, formless poetry." Nevertheless.
Are you lovely?
Do you dance?
Have you ever rushed nervously
Into another's arms?
Did you tremble as you kissed?
Did your heart pound in your chest?We imagine worlds
Where something else can happen.
We build with tools
Our own Tomorrow Land.
We are given to know
And known to spend
Our strength and passion
To understand
How this becomes that
And that becomes real
And reality bends
Into new shapes
In our skillful hands.Can you teach me to smile
With my eyes?
Can you show me how
To drink joy
Without moderation?
Can you show me the steps
To the dance that ends
In her trembling arms?
Will you explain to me
The calculus
Of one plus one.
Of two.I can divide right from wrong
In four different tongues.
I can solve the question
That none have thought to ask.
I can pierce the heart
Of every soulless riddle
And reduce the world
To simplest terms.Teach me the secret
Of how she moves,
The fundamental principles
Of what she makes me feel.
If I can find the key
That lays her secrets bare
There's hope that I may finally grasp
The softness of her hand.In all my studies
I've never learned
To dance.
And you?
Are you lovely?
Do you dance?
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
P. S. - Aphter: 29. Thanks for stopping by.
