Soul cuddles

Soul cuddles

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Treehouse

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I once fell in love with a girl
who fell in love with trees
she adored seeing the hills, the stock,
and the cottages from afar always like
the first time I saw her.

She was wearing a floral dress
one Saturday afternoon 
and she was there way up her favorite tree
the mango tree that matches the way she covers
her mouth when she laughs just like the sound of birds.

I asked her right there and then
“Why are you so in love with trees?”
“Can you teach me how to love them too?”

She offered me her hand as I climbed
my way nearer and nearer to the top 
and her hand was as soft as a robin’s feather
I tried not to blush because my cheeks might get tender.

“Look at the everythingness of everything!” 
She uttered in such a way that was both childlike and romantic 
to my heart 
and there we were sitting together 
at that branch where we talked about the wonder of trees, 
fresh air, and nature where we promised to love each other 
like that September sunset carving 
our names to the bark of that mango tree where we cherished.

Star Stuff

Stuffs

All we have is forever —
In the vastness of the infinite —
Light travels back into space —
Homecoming of the festive spirit.

Love becomes real after death —
Everything transforms into magic —
Celebration for a life —
Well experienced with all that’s tragic.

All we have is forever —
There’s nothing to fear in work and time —
For all labors will vanish —
Better to relax in perfect rhyme.

All we have is forever —
We’re all children playing with the stars —
Forever in the cosmos —
Where there are no guns and spite and wars.

Reality is a dream —
Every one of us is still asleep —
Someday we will understand —
What we create is not ours to keep.

All we have is forever —
We’re each other’s sunshine after all —
In the here and now, there’s pain —
Until the day we receive our call.

I want your 3 ams

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I want your 3 ams, your thoughts
your hopes and dreams of you and me.

I crave to listen to your favorite songs,
visit the coffee shops you’ve been to and sing along 
to the music of the clouds being gloomy together
on our way to the beach.

I lust for those legs of yours, your lips, tongue,
the way you excessively blink your eyes whenever
you’re worried about how you’d like to look beautiful
and darling you are and to worship your body is a miracle.

I long for the things that inspire you to keep looking up,
the gravity that grounds you here with me on this blue planet
and I desire this, the being with you till’ all my wanting ceases.