Scrape off my skin passionately
crumple it up, delicately destroy it,
Throw it carelessly on the floor
and pretend its last nights dress.
Run your hands gingerly down my Thoughts,
pick out your favorite one,
Dance your fingers through my dreams
and Strum along with the unchained melody
Kiss down the dusty tattered seams
Let me feel you invade me every tear
Push open every loop holding me together
and pull it tighter across my being.
I tremble under your intensity
It pulls a very simple sound towards it
But my words quiver, suffocate bindings,
and pour on to ruined colors quieting them.
Days come to rest, my moon eclipses
you allow bindings to become loose
I climb out from the ecstasy of infinity
and thank you for the mind screw.
Days come to rest, my moon eclipses you allow bindings to become loose I climb out from the ecstasy of infinity and thank you for the mind screw.... life's experiences are always mysterious. why is it so? no one can answer. but it is so. the intensity dies out and then we seek for the eternal and the neverending. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
..and thank you for the mind screw. Perfect ending. I love this poem!