It’s dark
And this is wrong
Rings in the head
So wrong
That he wants it so bad
Just to stretch his hand and touch the one
That’s small, soft like a clever child’s
God
why
Why is she here
With the black flames of her hair
Swallowing her face
Why doesn’t she move closer or away
To escape this sin or seal its fate
Shoot those embers,
Look at me or may be not
He prays, battering his eyes
That see less and smell more
Let go off my hand, may be I’d go too
That’s all the control I got
His thoughts turn into sparks
And burn his palms
Aching to rain
The first shower, building up
Waiting for a sign to pour
Cover that meadow of silk
Or let me roam
He breathes hard
It’s the only thing he can do
When all the blood in his body
Is gushing to play
There is sweat soaking his bones
And love throbbing for more
He looks away
Then closes his eyes
Weary, at last.
I will lay here and wait
For the beautiful night to pass
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