VII

Here's another poem I wrote for creative writing. I like to think of it as a twist on the traditional love story in a very truer to life form. As for why it's called VII, you got me.

Through the tenacious thunderstorm,

he wades.

Facetious flounderings feed feverish fantasies,

this sea.

Daring death’s door,

no worries.

 

 

Appears an annex attractive and anchoring,

his heart.

Vanilla vixen veritably veers voraciously,

before him.

Snaring saturated senses so solicits serifs,

raw comforts.

 

 

Regaling racy romances rounding revolutions,

together entwined.

Excursions exhaling eternal equilibriums eradicated,

afflicting earthly fears.

Broken bravuras brought by bereaving bastions,

door opens.

Author's Note

Tell me whatever you think really.