He Knows

You can't kill a man with soul They forgot to engrave His fate on his forehead And draw the roads To a proper life on his palms But he knew He knew that life belongs To those who could touch Touch bodies, send messages Through skin Seek one another in sense Taste the fibres of dreams Through the mist And drink sweat from The man who has taken Against the mountain One who isn't afraid to dream he watches her in his sleep she is the example of steady fate Eyes sharper than razor blades A mouth quicker than a whip But smiles like the sun Could rise from inside it Bringing with it rays Of happiness and hope She says its a place she's seen De ja vu or a dream Something, Its untouched and oh so new She fears it She loves it He wants to see it Feel it Bodies wrestling against The staccato rhythm of the hearts That ask to be spoon fed From the pot of molten feelings Trying to find their place In eyes all too familiar to the quest But not looking to verify Its findings nor its confinements You can't kill a man with soul He knows