Maybe the galaxies did show the treasure of the heavenlies—
The sparkles that sourced the existence of men,
The very life that breathes through the teeth of venus;
The goddess of beauty.
Your appearance is unto me like an Angel in the world of men.
Your smell is unto me like the elixir Qin sought after
That he may live forever.
Your aura hardens my radar to evade like the child of Dawn.
And in my eyes, you are a star that cannot trek into darkness.
Let me be for you a shield and a refuge—
The heat that melts the spears of cold against you,
And the exact sensation that excites the walls of your Ovaries.
A consent on your lips would be to my ears like the sound of
A canary—The sight and sound of love and romance.
Your halo had requested of me the excellency of my pen.
But what is a bottle of ink to the brightness of your smile?
More and beyond a thousand pen my heart does worth,
And this will I sacrifice instead for the signature of your love.

Hagios A. Akins

Eyes as bright as the sun,
So bright and charming.
The strength in your eyes ball my breasts,
Kicking my emotions around like a storm,
Strangling my heart with its intensity,
Stabbing me with its complexity.
On the night that we met,
Like a mid summer’s torrent, I fell for you.
You, playing the guitar in a full moon’s light,
I was powerless.
Your hands and fingers so strong
Yet filled with tenderness.
Oh, I wished I was in your arms that night
Like the Spanish guitar,
You’d play and caress me through the night
And till the dawn.
As you scaled through the notes,
Away to a place so beautiful and calm.
Yes, I wish I could go away regardless,
But how will I,
When my heart says otherwise?

Melissa

In the world that has kept my rose pink.
And the waves of sea that has brought you home,
My icy heart melt at the sight of your sun.
The ardor of your enamor taste like wine,
I fear, I might get drunk,
But the heartstrings of my zither plays ‘Requited’,
The articulation of your longing,
Made the nervous me drippy.
A love as sweet as pain.
What if the snow becomes too cold,
And the sun becomes too hot,
And the rose withers
With regret or without?
Not afraid that your ant covet my sweet pollen,
But affrighted that it may willingly open
In a funk,
I lay my pen of words in your heart.

Francisca

The flash i sighted your gaze,
it was a sunny unfaithful day,
my sadness abruptly creeped into a thin smile,
my heart pumped into action with no hint,
I would steal some look; ogling,
whearas to be sure your eyes fixedly on me,
you wouldn’t blink, eventhough your stare
was borne out of some sort of gawky shyness,
I didn’t know if I liked it,
my face wouldn’t contain as i blushed
for no reason, why did i scream in my heart,
I walked out and loosing your presence,
I stared again,
but why do your presence matter,
you approached me, you said “Hey”
I didn’t know why it was completely
healthy, like a thousand word cooed into
several stumbling replies you never
questioned was reflecting as i replied you “Yes”…
Yes to what exactly as i’ve longed misplaced
myself in celebration.
Wait, what happened?

Purplepatchy

Woo was first published on June 7, 2019.

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