flesh

Though not a dream
She blurred the edges
Of my vision
Purged my entropy
A soft breeze
On the flesh
Of my fading soul

The dark honey of sleep
Cloyingly thick
Sweetly persuasive
beckons and suffocates
Yet dreams of you
Disturb this minor death
As I twist and drown
In your eyes
Two lakes of swords
Burn in your words
Oil cast on
the embers of our passion
So madness flies
Until I wake in sweat
that sticks to flesh like blood
Gasping your name

I have walked away
from so many passions
burning and searing
making flesh turn fevered

now I am cold
in my frozen control

I have run from anger
full of purple and red
deep oranges
and blinding yellows

and now I am lost
in my grey composure

Let me be
angry
Let me be
passionate
let my mild mellow
melt away once more