Take me back to a time when life slowed to the rhythm of a Beatles song,
When an orange glow reflected the intoxicated passion rushing through our veins,
Where flesh met flesh in all its innocence and simple words became ****** philosophy.
Four people searched for quiet in the chaos, for meaning in the secrets of eternity.
Truthful fingers traced purple arms and green hands graced ivory skin,
As faces became lost in the designs of a creative cannibal.
Laughing voices rang in our ears, the biblical words of our wandering spirits.
The room around us, having a life of its own, spins faster and faster, knowing its destiny to fall.
Ancient histories slipped off our lips and the aches of forgotten dreams came to light,
Came to remind us that we were not who we thought we were without the colors in the night,
That our naked selves in the sunlight were only shells of beings meant for the extraordinary,
But, fearing rejection, hiding behind the impenetrable mask of mediocrity.
Streams of shameful reality fall from eyes burning with regret,
Leaving tracks of yesterday on perfectly blackened faces.
No words of comfort offered, but penetrating faith in the eyes of a stranger was all it took
To make walking next to the stars seem like coming home.
Devoured by the strong hands of false saviors passed reconciling abandonment
When lost soul meets lost soul, closer than warm lips that grew wings.
Senses heighten as entangled bodies bathe within the carnal oceans of unconscious desire,
Melting beneath the bitter chill of our own painted masterpiece.
Where hands lie to mind as inhibitions lose their voice,
And flesh makes its imprint in an acrylic dream world.
A world whose promises are not meant to endure but for the moment
Stoic figures replace dancing shadows as pale morning creeps up its leg
The breeze of summer parts its way through twisted fingers as birds’ sweet songs pierce christened ears
No traveler speaks of the dirt on our feet, the map left behind but lines on our hands
But eyes filled with knowledge learned through eyes staring back, whisper only the colors of the unthinkable things we found in shades of blue.