the mechanism of a sparkling life
is somehow something more
than a silhouetted daydream.
shining through dark shadows
with bright eyes like a headlights beam.
blue... brown and green
chasing the technicolour lights of the rainbow
on the back of seductions dream.
breathless in a mind full of fantasies
as the stars align with the sun and moon.
sifting through the wind
floating around on a passionate breeze.
your voice caresses sweet flesh
like a paint brush on a canvas.
with our old wild fantasies.
painting our lives entwined in pleasure’s colours.
magic streaming from sensual touches of the bristled brush
and clouding the still waters of judgment