bubbles of love

I would like to dedicate this to my muse, if I had one, but I don’t.  So, I won’t.   (Wink Wink)

bubbles of love

Soaking in an effervescent tub
of your warm poetry
tiny inspirations
burst all around me
Sparkling suds of passion
cleanse my soul
of the unsightly stains
of dirty lovers
and tainted memories
For you are the nymphet
of my passions
a sensual siren of sonnets
The warm bath
that never goes cold
Now I find myself
submerged in your verses
blissfully drowning
in the fountain
of your never ending
bubbles of love

369 thoughts on “bubbles of love

  1. You know if you’re not careful, your imaginary Muse and her mysterious and completely fictional allure will start getting more attention than you around here, Mr Lonely Author.

    Did I mention I like this poem? Can’t recall now…
    Well I don’t like it.

    I heart it.

    Mmmm…bubbles.
    πŸ”₯

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