Love Is In The Air Poem by Louis Borgo

If I bare my soul down to the pennies and oaks would you still say you fully understand me,

Time evolve and water stand still and with every vision connect the tunnel to the,

Thought of cease the moment,

And if I may ask a question a pair or two,

If I answer with a vigor tone would you turn and kiss or turn and look and start to blog about it,

Details of heavily breathing shift thoughts vole like ribbon lost to sea,

Morning and midnight all look the same what night holds on mist days,

Warmth of passion lost of a love one how would one stir the wheel,


Youth to a butcher could you smell the stain on the collar ditch,

Of rust candle the night and heighten the,

Laughter I can see love is in the air.