Ive seen the skies rain down embers.
My heart beating faster in tune,
To the silence of a compact telephone
Head rested against a cradle of clouds
Up high enough to scrape the horizon moon.
You can tell from the way I pride my soul
That I’ve just been dancing with you
In some fictional Victorian ballroom,
Through wires tangled across the countryside.
I feel fine every time I’m around a smiling face.
So, close those lips and let that grin speak volumes
About the way you look, and feel, and sweetly taste.
Because, when you and I are together,
The Blues don’t sound so lonely anymore.
I wish you’d stop to breathe and speak
Between my rambles and admissions.
I want nothing more than to hear your voice
As it harmonizes with each spoken word,
And leaps from your tongue tip
To dive into the aqueous transmission.
It travels from your lips to my soul.
Like a curved dagger of serenity
Aimed at a violent heart attack.
Passion so hot that it stings with pleasure,
Like a tidal wave raised high to break the shoreline.
So spend some time on my beach building sandcastles.
Think more about the way the grains feel on bare skin,
Than on the short-lived insignificance of your effort.
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Submission Name: A Capite Ad Calcem
