voices of the clouds

Shivering body as i open the fake linen curtain
with my thoughts hotter than the sun i hope to bake my skin on,
feeling bewildered from
the half full cup of black coffee
with my eyes starring across the street
through her open windows
as i wonder how open her heart is to my love.


Patiently holding my emotions that shoot up to the ceiling as i shed a tear with unanswered questions,
her presence lighting up my mood brighter than a star as my irregular heart beats excite my fickle heart.


Silent moments pass as goose bumps get the best of me
from starring at her face of a greek god
not to mention her smile personally sculptured by Michelangelo,
her laugh pure like the sounds of love
lips redefining the meaning of taste as i climax to her sweet honey scent.


See you should look at her eyes that tell the story of stars with the galaxy as the shape of her smile,
our moments together special as an unborn baby kicking ,
at times i wonder if she's an angel, she touched my soul a million time without trying.


Wondering if i'm just writing my wounds
or i should glance at the clouds that mould the story of my life
as it turns into a puppet show to those who
value promises without meaning