They speak of
An immaculate sky.
White and bland,
Lacking depth.
It's a blank canvas
I shan't deny,
Here we are reborn.
Within the breath of love,
Is where you are kept.
l.v.s
Apply vibrant colour to bare skin
The cleansing light
Through a hollow shell
Slipping between the cracks
Light and transcendent
You lay me with gentle grace
Submerged in ardent passion
Have your light consume
What resides inside
Purify all that I am,
Together set free.
z.w.b
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 5:09 AM UTC
They speak of
An immaculate sky.
White and bland,
Lacking depth.
It's a blank canvas
I shan't deny,
Here we are reborn.
Within the breath of love,
Is where you are kept.
l.v.s
Apply vibrant colour to bare skin
The cleansing light
Through a hollow shell
Slipping between the cracks
Light and transcendent
You lay me with gentle grace
Submerged in ardent passion
Have your light consume
What resides inside
Purify all that I am,
Together set free.
z.w.b
http://hellopoetry.com/zachary-bellamy/
