THE TIPSY THOUGHTS (An Original Poetry)
Image source; tipsy thoughts 💭 🍷& 😍
Sitting across the bar,
smoking smiles and smouldering winks
several gulps, ungodly things
spilled across the table,
is my consciousness disabled,
a testament of your existences,
across life's circumference
pulling me, is love's gravity
into a beautiful abyss with you beneath,
I'm falling ferocious free,
dipped into miry sweetness,
scattering loose,
emotions like leaves in trees
clicking and clacking, the key
to the treasures in my quay
another gulp and crash the cup,
noisily on the floor,
like the deafening sound of thunder,
rocking deep down emotions
Shall I pass a tipsy terse note?
professing my love on a platter?
eye knocking at doors,
blinded by the moving chandeliers
green, red, blue and indigo,
and here our hearts seems to go,
soaked and mumbling ancient things,
but the heart is unaffected by ale
Your melanin glitters,
across the dimly lit scenarios,
sparking up something like a virus,
coruscating the darkest of heart,
my tipsy thoughts shall I scribble,
selling my soul for a penny,
to profess my love in smiles
we're conjoined, delicately
like sweet griping of a baby's fingers
Written & Edited
By @Josediccus
6/3/2019
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JOSEPH C.IKECHUKWU
Amazing.... Love dance through the lines of your poem.
Thanks so much
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