pale indian pride flushes my lies,
burned lips of wine staining kisses
no blemish makes less,
my molded science stitches,
that loves needle sowed into itches.
Now an ache a need a hole to be filled
that i wish my heart could mend.
Bleeding out to reach the color of desire
that only you could start the fire.
It spreads in the Blue veins tattooing
your own threaded pain.
that's when you know your mine forever.