Feel the Sun under the bed

Burning like a coal,
Fuming of our souls,

Under the silky bed,
Of our bodies adorned,

Not the rays of the star,
Still the smooching smoke,

Radiates the waves of heat,
Till it crushes the floor,

Our dreams are growing till-
The dawn of our farthest star.

Alien Poet

a poet by nature and 'i write on everything that comes to mind, there is no boundary for my writing


bookishgirl · March 12, 2018 at 12:16 pm

Awesome poem! Loved the imagery and the flow was perfect.

alienpoems · March 13, 2018 at 9:33 am

thanks so much

bookishgirl · March 13, 2018 at 9:57 am

No prob, keep writing!

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