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Saturday, May 31, 2014

::Parisian Dream (Scripture)::



Your love is my scripture
I seek you as the wonderment set in picture
Found in a Parisian dream, an illuminated fixture
I know my words may seem broken
But to love you is my undivided token
Louder, my heart is longing, ear blooms for endearing words to be spoken
I could stay here forever and hold you this way
Make you my home without delay
Write a song to drift off the beak of a blue jay
Chimed strings sing in the wind to carry you on my lips
Your scent remains on the flesh of my finger tips
Your eyes crash into mine and sends my body into flamed flips




::Robot Drones::



When I hold your hand the whole world disappears
My lips melt into yours
And you shelter me from
buried fears
Still the aching mind from trying to sort out the many waning years
Two lives tied up in separate times
Shuffling in the monotonous motion of robot drones
Pulling in a covering of sturdy safety from being blown
Smoke shield to hide the passion that screams out inside
Falling harder for the warmth of your touch
Unquenchable desire that begs for a world lost in you