Your cotton touch, to soften the spikes
My caramel thoughts, to launch our kites.
Our satin looks, to smooth our brows.
The feathered words, to warm us now.
Your silky promise, bound in gold.
My velvet belief, to love and to hold.
Our sensational life, we created together.
The connection, the kiss, us birds of a feather.
Fog blurred the path, life tried to out run us.
Forged albatross we glide, to consume the wanderlust.
Our wing tips tease the waves as they crest,
We own the ocean right now, love needs no rest.
(Copyright) Pedro Bat-poet 2019
Pedro Batpoet 