A spark
unspoken,
heart reserved
burns for at token
it has not yet earned.
The dove
dirtied
by the dust
starts at the sound
of us,
and goes
shooting up.
Freedom
is the fiercest passion
unfettered by reason,
it is to live
in reactions.
I touch her skin.
My fingers gently move
across her curving collarbone.
With impassioned wit
I extoll
the virtues of
unrestrained lust.
Our thoughts burn bright
pushing us on
towards a scorching light
of devious delights.
It incites chaos
bringing destruction in its wake.
Though happiness reigns
for years and days
others feel a deep pain,
feel betrayed
or grieve the loss
of those they loved
who ran off.
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 10:06 AM UTC
A spark
unspoken,
heart reserved
burns for at token
it has not yet earned.
The dove
dirtied
by the dust
starts at the sound
of us,
and goes
shooting up.
Freedom
is the fiercest passion
unfettered by reason,
it is to live
in reactions.
I touch her skin.
My fingers gently move
across her curving collarbone.
With impassioned wit
I extoll
the virtues of
unrestrained lust.
Our thoughts burn bright
pushing us on
towards a scorching light
of devious delights.
It incites chaos
bringing destruction in its wake.
Though happiness reigns
for years and days
others feel a deep pain,
feel betrayed
or grieve the loss
of those they loved
who ran off.
