instinct
the hands of your thoughts
took the hands of my thoughts
looking for companionship
πΌ
the exuberant light of your eyes
got entwined natural
in the untamed light of my eyes
πΌ
the champaigns, valleys, and
mountains of my body
are uttering unuttered poems
πΌ
happiness knows to exert
in our lust and longing,
the vocal cords' instinct
of our most sacred gift, —
πΌ
(life…)