New poetry

[Lastskyflier2023]

Sweet desire

I’d like my laid-down flesh in serene desire
Pleased of beloved people to whom I turn to,
With honeyed appearance, and they, cheering up
and reviving the daily pace best make and nothing
troubles or restlessly unquiet gets.
Hearing composite sounds, that similar music enchants
The mind to its will, and the scents tickle the smell sense
Accompanying it with certainty of authentic and pleasant flavour
And graceful gestures seem animate thousands paintings with
smiles and glances.
Oh, all this floods in a more intense pleasure that is approaching with
Intense ardor.
Oh, all this in silence and sound,
In light and dark, in white and black, in true and false.
Oh, all this surrounds with rainbowing halo each that eyes can aim, indicating
That the mind a wonderful and splendid dream infuses.
Oh, if any, to outline true life had me knocked?
In sincere enjoyment of assuredness, my heart talks to me?
Nevertheless, touching their flesh with affectionate gestures
We can, since it’s not a heavenly vision, object of hope this,
That its generous offer is worthless.

[Okewunmi Pelumi]

Wow! Your poem is unique. Indeed it's a sweet desire.