Lighthouse Fantasy

I wish to take her atop a lighthouse,
And slide a periwinkle in her hair,
Glide my hands around her hips,
What the world says we don't care.
I kiss the henna on her palms,
That bore a lotus I gifted yesterday,
Smell the turmeric stain on her sleeves,
From the meal she cooks me everyday.
I steal raisins from her pockets,
From the burglar of my heartbeat,
Shining goggles, all favorite lockets
And peck her cheeks for a pie treat.
I whisper this poem secretly to her 
Make her eyes nest a rainbow glow
Bite my ears, create a motion blur
Dancing in the sun like no tomorrow.
I pray all the clockwork to freeze
Even clouds craved our ecstasy
We cuddled like intertwined trees
Wondering if its for real or her fantasy.
This poem is about: 
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741