I will jump over your scales,
For your blood howls at dawn;
Such a sensuality displayed,
By you legs,
Needs a poem to be recited,
At midnight trance;
I wonder if your fingers would write a letter,
To your inner fairy,
For such a love of you can be crushed,
By white beasts that ignore,
What a Heart is;
Even though I'm only nourished by Water,
And awake by Fire;
I will scatter blue seeds,
Around the red town,
For even an intense color needs,
A light,
To be kindled in the dark;
So I want to be ready,
To prophesy,
How you'll go upwards,
For Life is perceived,
By how we choose to be.
- Author: Poetae Opus ( Offline)
- Published: December 6th, 2022 19:08
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 16
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