I started flirting with fire,
so intoxicated by incense.
This heart’s hell on wheels,
these shoes demand I dance.
So intoxicated by incense,
breath snuffed and passed.
Eradicated with your graze.
This heart’s hell on wheels,
receiving that standing ovation.
A core memory for my mantle.
These shoes demand I dance,
succumb to bared emotion.
My body and soul turned out.
Each mote of dust that floats airborne
eddies on the light cool balmy breeze
ushered from wide open window
fragrancing the house with summer scents.
Eddies on the light cool balmy breeze,
posies perfuming and performing
petals swishing by outside, free and alive.
Ushered from wide open window
pollen clouds wafts and wanes
settling a scintilla of ochre magic, sill deep.
Fragrancing the house with summer scents
banishing all the stale still murky air
invigorating all within.
Can you feel heels and laughter spin,
rotating and dizzy on scattered dots?
Throwback beat in the air is blasting
music and bodies stay in circulation.
Rotating and dizzy on scattered dots,
nothing can compare to this dance.
Melodic transfusion revitalizes the soul.
Throwback beat in the air is blasting,
a snapshot of every couple before them.
Longing electrifies those neon panels.
Music and bodies stay in circulation,
never enough feather boa smooches.
Dark euphoria dresses up that disco ball.
How funny, I only pretended to sleep.
Even while you were talking about me.
Such a perfect pout twisted up the truth,
I may be young but I am not childish.
Even while you were talking about me,
even when I was talking to myself.
Mine’s the only opinion that matters.
Such a perfect pout twisted up the truth
into a tight knot that kept on tangling.
I only pretended not to notice.
I may be young but I am not childish,
I’ll let you believe that I did not hear.
Variant silence shows everything’s changed.
He said ‘With relish.’ like a soft light,
erasing the line that never existed.
Pulsating with what was uninhibited,
the phrase exasperated her hunger.
Erasing the line that never existed,
an inarticulate murmur left his lips.
Was it in everything she didn’t say?
Pulsating with what was uninhibited,
she could taste his shallow breathe.
It was coming with such regularity.
The phrase exasperated her hunger
for she could feel what hid behind
the subtle inflection of his delivery.
Sweet and sour notes taste just like us,
branded in the lilt of your love language;
From slow jam to that bouncy pick up,
dissonance is the core of our essence;
Branded in the lilt of your love language
is a heartbeat I haven’t felt before;
Our rhythm's unbalanced yet complete;
From slow jam to that bouncy pick up,
a whirlwind of world class clamoring;
We push and pull that forte interlude;
Dissonance is the core of our essence,
monotony lacks any dramatic melody;
Fireworks, our combustible crescendo.
This vampire with unembellished hair,
how sterile are the scars from his bite?
He leaves himself all over your mouth,
an aftertaste of rust and vanilla;
How sterile are the scars from his bite,
with glossy eyes grotesque and vulgar?
I guess I’ll have to risk just one taste;
He leaves himself all over your mouth,
senses suspended you lick it up;
Warm and wanting from the inside out;
An aftertaste of rust and vanilla
blood mixed with his foamy latte;
Low key sensuality caught in tresses.
The Muse is a poem without words,
so much better to bleed tangerine;
Cover a page with its scent and verse,
squirt it all into watered down eyes;
So much better to bleed tangerine,
acidic bated breath will always burn;
Prose’s scar left behind for all time;
Cover a page with its scent and verse,
that’s enough to inspire a calling;
To cultivate the next is timeless;
Squirt it all into watered down eyes,
invigorating a dormant phrase;
Style re-spun to infuse a new one.
Knew the truth you were anxious to cover,
your dastardly lurking’s not lost on me;
Trying to hide from my x-ray vision,
it’s such a pity how you wrote me off;
Your dastardly lurking’s not lost on me,
stop these attempts to become a shadow;
I play the game so much better than you;
Trying to hide from my x-ray vision,
you cannot dim my light I’m here to foil;
False flow is bested with a fireball;
It’s such a pity how you wrote me off,
my skills could have prevented a downfall;
I lay waste to all your rapacious lies.
Work with me sisters lead a seance,
I can feel myself on both of my legs;
It may be hard but I must master this,
If I don’t fight I’ve given up on me;
I can feel myself on both of my legs,
stronger and smiling even brighter;
I’m a fireball and this is just a wall;
It may be hard but I must master this,
growth is never a flatland or simple;
I must become what I’m capable of;
If I don’t fight I’ve given up on me;
With the aid of all my confidantes,
you will see me as a comeback kid.
Mormo nudges Moros shoulder hard,
chthonic behavior a bleak dance;
Cocytus is swollen with sad souls,
what direction do explosives flow?
Chthonic behavior a bleak dance,
it’s so easy to learn the steps to;
Be courageous, favor bold fortune!
Cocytus is swollen with sad souls,
Swim against this trend even alone,
capture optimistic moonlighting;
What direction do explosives flow?
Cerberus and Acanthodonto,
maybe the secret’s in their tension.
To understand what is the present
We must gaze into the story of our past
Though it's ragged pages I lament
I can peek through fingers spread, for I know it's gone at last
We must gaze into the story of our past
See this woman with many woes
Who she's become since long ago
Though it's ragged pages I lament
Hindsight seems crystal clear
If not for faith and family, I would not still be here
I can peek through fingers spread for I know it's gone at last
The battle waged long ago yet still today I must resist
Recovery is ever with me, each new day is a gift.
A sweet old couple celebrating sixty years.
He held her hand still soft and supple.
Admitting lots of laughter and some tears.
They certainly were a sweet old couple
He held her hand still soft and supple.
She called him handsome. He called her Gem.
Helping them celebrate, their family with them.
Admitting lots of laughter and some tears.
A question was asked if they ever fight.
Only when he takes my pillows at night.
They certainly were a sweet old couple
Love is a recipe you must mix it, and in our day.
If it was broken you didn’t throw it away.
She was a plain homespun girl.
She wore everyday clothing.
She was his precious Pearl
He spoke of them betrothing.
She wore everyday clothing.
Her hair was unadorned.
If she was away he mourned.
She was his precious Pearl
She was not sophisticated.
He thought that was overrated.
He spoke of them betrothing.
Her smile was very plain.
He yearned to see her again.
Your music never fails to make
the stars go dancing in the dark.
The moon observes them wide awake,
and floods of light stream down the park.
The stars go dancing in the dark
and paint the sky in silver dyes
to sparkle and to mesmerize.
The moon observes them wide awake.
Then lightens up as if amused
to see celestials diffused.
And floods of light stream down the park.
It's time for my heart to rejoice;
it is the music of your voice.
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