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Into a hundred pieces, I want you to kiss me apart,
while I lay on the bed of your heart.
Then rev me up again when I start to idle,
race with me, race with me… wild.
I aspire to canoe down the canal of your highest hopes and fantasies.
Soaring high on the feathers of future’s mountaintop splendor and candor.
Surreal mist hangs on my shoulders and I hunch on boulders,
ready to pounce at the dawning day,
slashing at its sunrise!
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Comments (4)
This is electric! This isn't just a love poem; it's a reckless, heart-racing adventure.
Beautiful words
I mean, wow... this is 👀😮🔥
The opening line has me sinking! 🫠 and then continued with the line, "race with me...wild." Ahh! Just beautiful imagery 😊