melting

Melting

love beautiful girl
want to get marry
I want a very different life

Melting

Long hair,

Dripping to their shoulders,

Dancing with their toes,

Short hair,

Sticking up,

Pricking their ears,

Eyes,

Looking,

Stabbing you in the heart,

Smiles,

Melting butter,

Melting icecaps,

Legs,

Soft and smooth,

Climbing up,

Climbing,

Climbing,

Climbing,

Twisting her head,

Slightly,

Yet,

Not in a circle,

Her left cheek,

Waiting,

Anticipating,

A peck,

A soft touch,

Shoes,

Shinny,

Black,

Or white,

Skirts,

Floating,

Like a helium balloon,

Shirts,

Exciting,

Leaving him to his imagination,

His nose turned up,

Or down,

Like a hound on a good scent,

He’s searching,

Low,

Reaching high,

For that one,

That beautiful lady,

Who like,

That perfect red wine,

Is hard to find.

He finds,

That an orange

Is round,

With a few bumps,

In its skin,

A few spots,

It’s not perfect,

It’s not that good,

It’s not the best,

But,

It’ll do,

He finds that orange,

A little sweet,

A little sour,

Refreshing,

Revitalizing,

Watering the mouth,

Wetting the appetite,

Is delicious,

But not perfect,

He finds himself,

A little rough,

A little tough,

A little to be desired,

But,

Not perfect,

He finds himself,

Hot on a cold day,

And,

Cold on a hot day,

But,

Not perfect,

He finds himself,

Quietly wanting more,

Wanting,

To be like that orange,

Mixing the spots,

With the bumps,

The sweet with the sour,

He wants to find her,

To smooth his rough,

To soften his tough,

He wants to find her,

To warm him up on a hot day,

And to cool him down on a cold day,

He wants to find her,

To make him perfect,

To make him near complete.

Those walls,

That jail keeping him,

That rain hanging above his head,

That mud beneath his feet,

That gale pushing his way back,

That rotting carcass,

Polluting his nose,

Turning him away,

He wants out,

Over and beyond,

Those few rays,

Those open fields,

Calling him to stretch his legs,

That sun above,

That dirt below,

Those flowers,

Those roses,

Releasing their scents,

Drawing him in,

That gentle breeze,

Pushing him,

Softly,

Yet,

Singing,

Playing tunes,

Deep within,

Not caring,

If he goes this way

Or that,

He wants that life,

That is not here now,

He wants that life,

Where he is free.