Divertimento

You pop my heart so heavily to the rhythm of “like a prayer”from Madonna. You flare the stars at night gleaming towards darkside. You flame the solar sphere; before you, I became ichor. You wade your way into heaven; you're a goddess. Night with your scarlet lips, is untamed. A fluid from your cup is juicy for it sends me to cloud nine dreaming of us in a canvass of artwork made by rosy poetry in a setting of dramatic show: I, Suleiman You, Ada playing in Atlantics. I come with a song, make from it a dulcet medley reciting how I found mathematics at the doorstep to your heart; my discovery of indices sorting pleasures beneath your apartment In a dark red light, flaky as a clinker. Woman, you must have thought the instruments to twang at night into something that crawls to the paw of the gale knifing my ears. call it an act of love because at your feet music ends and kick off. My discovery of you is a quicklime melding sacred love with holy kisses over burnt and baked lies without a draft of smoke forming cloudburst of rue. Allow me from your city stare at roses crashing beneath your waist affection that goest before your thighs hallowed by thy bosom into the gates of confession. Allow me to snog thee gently feeding on thy hipped blonde to your gratification lounging my spearhead along your riverside to stir, montarily, moaning like the touch of flowers. Tonight woman, I bring you a song. Like the sun, crawling to buzz the horizon I reveal to you the lips of a man wearing the colour of red for the eyes. Do not go up swinging between the stars for I without you is tradegies of baked pictures. Excel Chinagorom Michael