I felt the pulse of your throb
It's aliveness never to rob
as scales of excitement lighted
a heart descended, my knighted
I saw the bright esssenced fingers
It's the rare stare ever to linger
as your soul spoke keenly to mine
beyond this existence we dine
I touched the skin on your face
It's delicate layers on eons trace
as the pen scripted the words
in a language of unbeaten swords
I loved the scare on your bold eyes
It's sincere dare in trodden trees
as the unsunk crux transpired songs
on the octave strings of the wrongs
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 6:02 PM UTC
I felt the pulse of your throb
It's aliveness never to rob
as scales of excitement lighted
a heart descended, my knighted
I saw the bright esssenced fingers
It's the rare stare ever to linger
as your soul spoke keenly to mine
beyond this existence we dine
I touched the skin on your face
It's delicate layers on eons trace
as the pen scripted the words
in a language of unbeaten swords
I loved the scare on your bold eyes
It's sincere dare in trodden trees
as the unsunk crux transpired songs
on the octave strings of the wrongs
Remain
