We were all lovers
At one point or another
We all met behind ruins
And stared at flowers in eyes
And briefly became somebody else
In the unity of our flames
Our desires burned like youth
In our chests and leaped
Like breasts unearthed and dreams
Plundered and fantasies enacted
We were lovers to someone
And we gave our hearts, and cheated
And in the hot ovens of our exploration
We came upon beauty and nudity
And clasped the sweet merchants
Of sex, at some point or another
A history full of poems and lyrics
Of ancient knowing, instinct even
We were handsome bastards
And luxurious ladies, we were
The landscape of bosoms and blossoms
And it was fun, and easy to find
A richness in the company of gender
Flirtation with ecstasy boasting bitten
And unpairing passion like a fruit
The most natural fruit to be eaten
And tasted and treasured forever
The foreign district of erotic tongues.
Wuji Seshat 
Lovely write
What is love in some many words, picture worth a thousand dreams… Only the one moment…
So true Toad
This is a beautiful piece, brilliant 😊
Thanks Sim, I tried to write something sensual.
“We were all lovers
At one point or another
We all met behind ruins
And stared at flowers in eyes”
This powerful opening stanza describes the dissonant beauty in the twilight of the eyes. The microcosm and the macrocosm are unified in this vision. Excellent work!
That’s an excellent review and I’d agree those lines are maybe the best.
Well if sensuality was your goal, then success was your reward. Very beautiful and well written. Kudos.
I’m in love with the photo/painting as well.
Yes it’s pretty expressive.