Grey eyes
Opening at twilight
Soft lights
Fluttering and gleaming with
Butterflies everywhere,
They're dancing
Sparkling stars, sons of sundown...
I watch you watch
Me and
I know how to make you go crazy in all the ways...
Breathe in,
Breathe in...
Out.
Fantasy
Teases your mind and tricks you till you really plead to stay
And yet,
And yet...
You know the way to make me lose my pace
My grace, my face.
Still, you want to ride with my magic and
Lose sight of the gravity of your weight.
Okay, but close them
Lips of sugar else
I breathe your pheromones again...
In
And in and
Out.
My
Hands are tied and logic means nothing as you
Lead me astray to the sorcerers' soirée and
I go.
I go
Because I want to ride with your magic,
Lose sight of the gravity of home and soul
As your
Blue eyes rest on my grey ones and
Cold wings flutter and move in
Side, a pulse everywhere I turn
A drug called love, intoxicating...
"Please stay, please stay."
"No."
YOU ARE READING
The Scraps of A Song: An Anthology.
PoetryPoetry spanning topics from love to pain, to addiction, to borderline insanity, to romanticism..in a disorder so strange it becomes an order all its own... The Pieces of Her, The Scraps of A Song.
