Turn It Up
Tune it out, tune it out
turn it up
turn around
touch my face
feel your breath
dancing on my cheek
A hidden dancer at 2 am
in its room
all alone
Take a seed
till the field
take my hand, it tingles
taste your lips
A bold forever flavor
of smiles and coffee
of red and stubble.
Copyright © Larry Taylor | Year Posted 2009
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