in the garden of eden
you were gone, you were sleeping
in your mind it was creeping
the call of temptation deceiving
the siren call it was gripping,
a sweet song, honey dripping
hold me tight, hold me different
i'll take you the distance
ate the apple for your chance
fell from heaven and we danced
wept in your arms in a trance
i lay bare on you dear, gone was my innocence
i must have always been broken since
i brought heaven to sin
in your touch it begins
the burning amber of your skin
your haunting grin
and i saw through the farce
in truth lost our hearts
fell from heaven in parts
we're bare and we're scarred
from heaven, this card
written for our regard
a son lost to the sea, another left scarred
greatness and pain is written for you in stars
this world is ours
at our feet there grow flowers
in our hands there is fire
the world is at our desire
to burn or to inspire
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For the Sun of your Skin
ParanormalA poetry collection about what it feels like to be loved by the sun, for the scars, the brown and gold that is left as a memorabilia on your skin.
