Pretty man
Dance for me, pretty man.
Swing your waist
and grind your hips for
ME pretty man.
Leap and kiss the stars
with your lips wet
from the rain of the Savannah.
Climb the clouds
to reach the sky
and swim through winds
of opal blue.
Pretty man
Can you sing, pretty man?
Can you fly on trees
and lie with the sun
when it beds my Mother Earth?
Or you laugh with the sea
and sip wines of fire
pouring down celestial eyes.
Stretch your mind to
feel a heartbeat, pretty man.
Lapse your tongue and
hear the night soar
pretty man.
Be MY pretty man.
- Jemimah
2 comments:
i really, really like this poem.i like this flow and the message. i like it a lot.
Jemimah, I added your name at the end of the poem. Am I spelling it right?
- Alexa
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