Sunday, March 1, 2009

Those Eyes

Like shots of whiskey your eyes just burn
I….addicted to the fervent heat they pour
This desperate skin just aches for more
A roaring beat…..a rampaging yearn
Tempestuous waters….a storming churn
That penetrates barricades of this core
Molten lava crashes…. (forsaken shore)
Where a fractured heart shall toss and turn

The Wind….it keens of a howling desire
A shattered bewail of distance and dreams
A mewling of tearstained orange red fire
Those hot eyes shred what is left of seams
On a mile high tip toe on a tight rope wire
An eternal lament of kiss me extremes

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