an embrace that tastes of vanilla, with scents of dewy rainfall and lavender, with sounds of chaos and ultraviolence, you orchestrate my mind, with touches of silk and warmth, and such a sunshine, in views of dark mahongany, and rough tree bark, I seen others, other humans, of melanin and magic, humans filled with laughter and bouncy conversation.. an experience.. in your Safe Room.. where your vulnerabilities protect me, where such desire combats my inner pain, longing for my inner peace, save room for my Safe Room, for your Safe Room, for an embrace, for a fire that will set ablaze, and a passion that will obliterate, a moment i should confiscate for later, but I choose to pour deep into you, be it for forever, be it for just a single day, be it as it may,
I can no longer play it "safe".. not even with my own five senses
I am the snow and ice
Cold and brittle yet happy and playful
I am the play toy of children but the death of men
I am white and translucent to ultraviolence
The winter's dance and thunder across the
village bringing a happy grace and a sorrowful touch.
The white clouds may bring platinum or silver
Ouranos may BOOM or he may Trickle..
For that is the way of the snow and Ice
It is the sun and it is the moon, it is the
ground and it is the sky. They are the same
and one only comes out in certain times
but when that one does come out ,beware
for Ice is beautiful like opium.
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