The intoxication makes your nerve ends
quiver
like a strip of ribbon
vibrating
in the rushing wind.
As the chemical waves wash
over you,
your eyes stare into mine.
An imaginary line joins us,
suddenly,
temporarily,
inextricably and fervently -
now or never!
Your pulse, like a volleyed football,
fires
again and again,
going for goal.
The intoxication makes your nerve ends
shiver,
like a rising riot
you reach to passionately embrace me
in the rushing wind.
Literary killings: I am literally penning a poem every week for a year. Inspiration is taken from various poets (see labels on each poem).
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