Static pulls my fingers in
Magnetic
The touch of your skin energetic
Let me touch and feel with my nerves
Oh it's real no need for prosthetics.
I'd run my fingers by your cheek ,
Street lights through the window
Brown eyes play hide and seek
Teeth and tongue leak my name and goosebumps from the fame and ignite my thoughts
scorch the floor when you walk by
throw gas in my flame
I'm burning up
The inferno seeks to be tamed.
I see the sun as it shines on the palnts
It gives life from the sea to the ants
I look around and try no to miss a chance
To glare into your beauty and be burnt at first glance
YOU ARE READING
As I whitness her Solstice
PoesíaThis poem elaborates the sheer power and strength of beauty outward.
