I’d visited Frankfurt to meet up with a poet I have only known through social media, yet has been like a brother for several years. This was the 3rd and final poem from my writing session.
Eyes of giants are wandering.
Aviators reflecting on the ground.
Beauty seems skin tight,
Fashionistas mix colours yet can’t do it with skin type
Flowing locks and optics box tick.
I just can’t with the lens being pedalled.
A fresh breeze invades the mood.
To settle the stomach, I engage with windbreakers and stone masons.
I was a fool for lane love ignoring the map.
The cupboard love from Venus is the most fly of traps.
It’s time to switch the raps, worship and praise at new altars.
Maybe you will…..for the sake of our true calling.
I could… disappear into your eyes
Wondrous whirlpools, gates to your inner dimensions
Guarded by silk curtain lashes that soak up all those splashes of soul
I cannot disguise the desires behind my shalom
The sun sets and rises when you blink causing me to think that every day until I die
I want to behold those eyes
Bluer than the purest drops of the ocean yet the depth cannot compare
Clearer than the air I inhale your glare and your passion
Your lips plush like velvet set against satin skin causes eruptions within
If I could fight fire with fire a higher deeper love between us would win
Your soul belongs to heaven and it would not be a sin to bask within
For even though they are visible we’re more fly than spirits dovetail in more than principle
Your place in my heart is intimately municipal
Your sound is a serum that renders only the admissible vibes
Truth is five letters of which four formally decide if we abide
I will dissolve my mind and reappear behind