Our 3 years anniversary

Our 3 years anniversary

A Poem by The naked realist

I make fire at our garden
I fry few italian sausages

Then you came
At your hand was
Bottle of basque wine
At name of goddess
Then you came

Jack in pulpit is in bloom
Full of oxalic acid

On our plates are decadent -
Chocolate cakes

At our night sex
We will -
Seduce our poetry
Even -
There is need to -
Amusing each
Other -
At our night sex

I love you how you truly are -
Simple - attractive -
Delicate open blossom

We get over 3 years
Full of -
Love making
Full of -
Names of hell
Full of-
Romantic dinners
Full of -
Screaming trees
Full of -
Deep connections
Full of -
Rough arguing
Full of -
Tender thoughts
Full of -
Sex and violence
Full of -
Spiritual wisdom
We get over 3 years

There is no need for panic and stress
We are so fine

No absolute domination
Over one other

This is just fine stupid situation
Another broken plate

My hands are too clumsy
I cannot hold tight
What is already too tender
Did you see that man
At pink shirt and pink pants
Well that's not me
I always hate what is
Not improving mine life

So here we are with 3 years
Behind us

I am still loving you like
Young poet

I feel your presence at each my tough
You are wild

© 2020 The naked realist

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Added on May 23, 2020
Last Updated on May 23, 2020


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