h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

What’s this with Patience, I am sick with desire my hearts on fire,
quench it douse it with prose, do you suppose perspiration will slow this fire,
Will it cool me or rule me drown me or ground me .

Will its pearly droplets, let me swim closer to those lagoons of your eyes,
Will those sips of moisture, be sweeter than your lips, slightly parted in pleasure,
As your is smile ,like a waterfall tumbling towards the sky ,a unimaginable image,
But before I can blink I think I must have fainted for my eye still see that smile


The sun may ,be golden , on a summers day, like the sunshine, you light up
My sky ,sad lonly room and my gloom ,my doom and my ruin I am but an empty shell,
Without you my life would be hell ,alarm bells may be ringing ,
and ships may be sinking chaos completing the end of
This world all around me could be riots civil unrest and all those other thing the peace lover detests.

But all this passes by me since all I can see is that smile from your mouth
Going north not south as its corners like arrows point me right to within sight of those eyes.



tbc may be if you inspire me some more, i'll knock on your door again,

You're also so welcome to slip down my lum, delivering pressies, impressing my mum. It's north north north from here until death, you've got my heart racing, I'm so out of breath. I can't keep up with the dreams or the streams, my consciousness seeps through the tears in my seams. Inspire me then fire me, explode my in-roads you can see. Shake me till my heart's fulfilled, and all the fears at last are killed. Knock me, rock me, sit on my knee, sail with me o'er seven seas. We'll cruise through doldrums; ride mile-high waves. We'll lose our tantrums; ourselves we'll save. Unless of course, I'm right off course, and lose myself in this discourse. For in-between my paltry lines, the chicken-wire and funday times; my heart lies empty needing filled, before his dreams are shot and killed. You see there's things that even I can't say, although i know one day I'll pay, but until then I'm yours I pray, unless of course I'm only prey.

So knock on my door, but be before the hunting wolves complete their tour.

SP

...And as you wait with angel's breath
A dove will glove that fear of death
As love unfolds and soothes your eyes
That smile will serve you life's surprise
For you shall see and bless with prose
Poetic touch those soulful woes
For in your heart that yearns for one
Your journey there has just begun...