Just a stupid poem
Touch
Smoke captured, pressed against glass
The pressure of images, fusing
Two silhouettes, one with eyes of amber
Drinking in the jaded greens of
A girl behind the screen
Into the ashes of silence
Where a silent liquid rushes
Through your veins, shooting adrenaline
Fire and lust
From your fingertips
Conversing with the stars
To lose themselves
While turning into light
Blissfully derranged and screaming.....
In the arms of devotion
Do you feel those hands of wonder
In the shadows you can touch
Feeling the deep calm before the storm
Hanging on a wire in your hearts desire
As you touch the sky when it's burning red
With tendrils and curves
Running through your hair in the hours of autumn
When the leaves are turning gold
Can you press those lips of crimson
To an embrace of one under the dew of spring
And let your heart melt
Where coins drop from your feet
To the liquid touch of a Summers moonbeam
Into a masterpiece.
Smoke captured, pressed against glass
The pressure of images, fusing
Two silhouettes, one with eyes of amber
Drinking in the jaded greens of
A girl behind the screen
Into the ashes of silence
Where a silent liquid rushes
Through your veins, shooting adrenaline
Fire and lust
From your fingertips
Conversing with the stars
To lose themselves
While turning into light
Blissfully derranged and screaming.....
In the arms of devotion
Do you feel those hands of wonder
In the shadows you can touch
Feeling the deep calm before the storm
Hanging on a wire in your hearts desire
As you touch the sky when it's burning red
With tendrils and curves
Running through your hair in the hours of autumn
When the leaves are turning gold
Can you press those lips of crimson
To an embrace of one under the dew of spring
And let your heart melt
Where coins drop from your feet
To the liquid touch of a Summers moonbeam
Into a masterpiece.