How Do I Feel

Feelings are those seismic ocean waves, they capture evanescent moments, a Jack-o-lantern thought which might vanish, deep breath of ink blue laden vortex, I wallow in the beneficial sweep, elation at each seacoast prompt, banshee wail current of moss-rim swirl, laughter that billows over garnet rocks, anamnesis, that emboldened staunch bosom pal of recourse, cinematic silver ripple pulse by random toss, vermillion heartbeat brazen in its banner, cliff edge catalyst devoid of reckless frame, emotional attachment this treasure-trove key fob, hazel eye mere haze yet simon-pure exultant, clouds afloat spurn august effigy beyond, love plume flight engaging harsh wind magnet, tweet from distant recalls lavish echo, coalesce in perigean springtide haze, dissolving into faint light petrichor post shower, rally to suburban chorus when off mute, where instinct dovetails sentimental crush, emotion often shunned by headlong rush, but thin veil satin mist in step with mood, how frequent are the blissful amorous at noon, love bug duos sway amid some idle amber sun, caper to romantic dawn I scope eternal, wish fulfilment raindrops skim the grey milk dew, palette tinctured honey phrased yearning, as love enthrals a towering Mount Blanc.