by Life’s Profylactic

Underground love,
Hidden, below, deep between the surface of things
Is a love existing secretly,
No strings attached
Radiant, like the rays of the sun you glow
To society its an elation unknown
As the glow of your smile,
Unbeknownst to all
Peeps through my rain clouds and makes my love come down only touching you as it falls gently into the palm of your hand which secretly holds mines and you become the main task of my time and I become your watch,
As I,
Gently kiss your wrist and time flies away with me and we both go missing,
Unseen to the human eye
I front with the boys while I hold my deck of cards,
I only see my spades cutting diamonds and clubs on the way to your heart
As you consistently front with ya girls,
At a spa daydreaming,
Drifting away into my world where my therapeutic massage releases a sense of ease upon your body, your heart and your soul
Our secret love makes us whole
Physically we are pleased
Mentally connected and at ease
Emotionally attached, mutual feelings
We elope, we escape, we set our souls free secretly
In our own bliss
Away from criticism and opinions of people who are contradictive of the love we show
No one has to know
The love we share or where we will go
As we enter the tunnel of love in our own carnival and grow,
As we float, gently drifting down a stream of fantasy turned reality and unconditional, undeniable, underground……….love

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