Persistent Truth

Persistent Truth Auburn I miss A starvation of flames Burns inside my eyes Conflagration of ever present kiss Soaks the emptiness Saturates my veins inferno desire Pounding pestle to mysteries mortar In my blood Auburn I miss The contours of your skin Traced upon the desperateness within Sensual vibrato of your calling Leaves me in an orchestral voice Of longing Auburn I miss Though recognition is the grip Which binds onto my heart It beats every second of my life Reminding me I remember you Your pull inside my soul By the magnetism of you My compass is always drawn I know my place I see In the mirror of your face My own Auburn I miss But to you is, whatever path will lead No matter how lost The compass of my soul Always points the way home A starvation of flames Burns inside my veins Combustion of an ever-present kiss Soaks through the distances Saturates my eyes with its inferno of desire Pounding pestle to instincts mortar In my blood