Burn Your Love Tattoo Into Me

I’m no novelty though I’m a balloon in this parade, 
I’m the blue and red air ship,
And I float around, on my way to return, 
Returning to your glass landing strip.

Then, when I land, I want you to know
That nothing is fearful for us.
Our ribs, our bones, our delicate hands, no nothing, 
There is nothing for us to discuss.

And you sit me in front of you, 
Wearing nothing but leather shoes,
Living in a burnt past life,
With burnt past life living leather tattoos.

And you’re my something, 
My something that nobody can tame.
You’re my IT girl, my Juliet, my beau, 
With your burning, consuming love flame.

crazyloverelationshipsexyquatrain

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