He & She Poem by Poetheart Morgan

HE..
wanted a sweet reek
of honey bee
succulent, yellow, bright in those insane nights

lost in that viscous, thick liquid

he delight yourself…alone
sniffing, deeply, licking softly

prolonging his painful heartbeat
so attractive and suddenly changing the color
crimson…crimson…

mixed with a sense of inbred hate, frustration
addicted in a shell, stuck in a cage…..

but sweet at the end….

SHE

smelling as limonade
green, liquid, transparent
acid…
water….water

diving in dreams, in poetry and love
wrapped in ink, canvas, brushes
being alchemist trying to reach
the perfect damp ….the moist

the end

what that mix can be?