Τετάρτη, 2 Μαρτίου 2011

Marching Tenderness

Those lips a reminder
That soft kiss a danger
This touch a burning sensation
Thy eyes a glorious moment

That night of our great risk
Our minds were limitless
For the wheel was in our hearts
Guiding us into flames

In thy arms my memory sank
Offering crystals of pain
Mine new-born flesh
Hoping for silent tenderness

Receiveth I, few of thy gilded pleasures
Then shadows came and filled thy void
Whilst tenderness and flames
Were gone with thee, astray...

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