Space Is Her Sheild

Space is her sheild I watched from afar, you were Sitting in between the battlements of your new castle wall. You were watching the moon waxing above all the while my heart waned below. Maybe if you had seen me levitate on the dance floor. Or on stage. I know you would have laughed at my scare crow when I was singing "if I only had a brain." Then perhaps you would lower this gloomy draw bridge for our first embrace... not being capable of controlling my self It would be like a tropical storm. My lips Touch down on you, with the force of a hurricane. More dizzying pleasure than two bodies could stand. Dazed by the elements we'd barely make it in. Gasping for air, both of us giggling while my hands roamed like children at a state fair. Then smooth and subtle, taking their time the clouds would move back in again and, again.