and then she confessed her love...

and then she confessed her love...

the process of inflation is far more enjoyable than the realization that deflation is inevitably going to occur, more enjoyable than the aftermath, for it is that foreplay that evokes a certain kind of bliss that i have not been able to find elsewhere, perhaps because i refuse to look anywhere but into her eyes, and since i am now free and no longer have to live in disguise, i am wise with my expressions and am patient with confessions, just like my dad told me to be.

from the sidelines, her obsession and desire are easy to spot, or so i have been told, but then again i do feel the cold wind on my naked chest when the bedroom window is open, but then as i close its doors, i cry from happiness in morse and know that the source of all of these emotions is not dead beneath the ocean's water but is living here for me, inspiring poetry and freeing me from my prison cell which i never thought i would escape.

i may bleed onto her innocence, but i feel her presence and am comfortable when around her, joyous when i surround myself with these art pieces we once crafted, and it is this comfort that i longed for for so long.

to be her first and for her to be mine would mean that i succeeded in love and got what i needed, giving her just as much, if not more, in return.

and then she confessed her love...

©LukaKorba

With love,Luka.

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semiazai (25) · 7 years ago (edited)

Nice. I really enjoyed the internal rhyme in the second stanza. Oh man, I keep going back over it. The assonance is great too!

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lukakorba (63) · 7 years ago

Thank you so much! This piece simply flowed out of me. Sometimes inspirations takes the best of me!

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chobi75 (3) · 7 years ago

Your story is really very entertaining for every people to have love, it creates inspiration like sea of love and poetry, which I have agreed with you in my illustration Thank you.