Our hearts warmth
borrowed from The Sun

can ignite love
expressed through our skin

a poets fingers
flaming words

singing in fire
a burning love.

crunching, munching,
ching, ching
words.

the desert takes no prisoners
is no place for romantics
***** the juice from dreamers.

when your spaces have
vibrated
to a different tune

when all is lost
all is found
you are not far from love.

time twists the tongue
from lies and truth

love sometimes
on its tip tastes

and wants again
to rake

a soft centre
to lose itself in.

in moments unexpected,
my:
body leaves the room
inhibitions seep into the floor
thoughts step away slowly
surroundings feel miles away.
and
my
soul
weeps and weeps and weeps
(for all the words caught in my throat
for the thoughts too big to push away
for painted smiles and faithless eyes
for everyone who fails to notice me drowning).
no moment goes un-dry
until i'm drained,
only in preparation for the next spell of sadness.

an unstoppable train
a whirlwind
a clockwork doll

you are spring dependant
wound up
let go

an eternal conundrum
mystery
sacred ground.