Vacant pictures captured through summer beneath my tiny dreams
Language is the love of raw skin
Play and  paint my lust
Together sordid shadows turn into rust
A thousand winds trudge sleepily into the goodness of my need
I’m greedy with madness and the urge to seed
Worship upon my knees
Urging the moon to stay out all night
With a luscious honey that drips
The rain can pound our skin
Wearing wings to this warm world as we feed