Crashing Into Him
Crashing Into Him
Crashing into him
Feels like a burst of light
Emanating only through splendid twilight
It is not love
Nor lust
Nor simply a quick bust
But something shining off the rust
The rust of loneliness and madness.
Crashing into him
Is eminent flowers
Interlacing valiantly through hot summer
A fresh of cold water
Slipping down his dry throat
From previous romantic sorrows
Golden gulps of life
Golden gulps are devoid of strife.
Crashing into him
Is what he writes about
Unperturbed by rotten thoughts
Just consciousness at ease
A symphony from a heart pleased
Pleased of the many possibilities to be
At last, he happily screams.