Tranquille (Broken Blue Wing and the Red Bird Reverie)

I am the touch that ignites the flame dancing beneath the skin
Awakened only by lover’s lips bidding
Bathed electric fire
Melted liquid heat, this sensual divide

The fruit of vine that sliding down unquenched throat
Lost in bright red scarlet center
Focused is the black and deadly spider crawling across a silken web for its prey

Deep pricks to honey tones of flesh draw blood lines for your taking
Like this first taste of sin
Deepest blue midnight flooded by morning’s sun drenched shore covered
Waves of starving ocean’s crush

Quake of sound in the atmosphere
Shatter silver and gold in the break of the first day discovery
Sticky are the tones of silent song here sang against crimson tongues
Deep through the mind’s eye
This is our dreaming place

First light taste of moon dust and desire
Laced in the glow of night’s sky and human insecurity
That kiss, you may live forever on your lips

Dripping acetate and gold from your naked thought
Things hidden deep in your serenity
Secrets retold once and once more

Twilight whispers of our sins slide down your chin
They taste of blood and sugar
Meet me at the dusk once more
Hidden under the solace of our orange painted moon
Drinking in moments of your shattering storm
Held tight to the turning earth’s touch

The tears of a God are the sheet of this bed
Words of your perfection deep on my tongue
Buried as not to cure this darkened heart
Wings fully spread, he looks to the West

The sun stings weary eyes
Reading detail of our ancient star map home
Burning away our canvas of safety
Blinded by the white gray paper
I stop for this moment to write your name

Hidden wide open spaces
You exist in the corners between our heavens
Scratch the pulse tapping the chords
It is timed in rhythms of our veins

Pressed between carefully folded ends
Opened with the cold rush of a forgotten memory
Rippling over flesh
Like memories of that soft breeze on the salty summer skin
Comfort in this distraction

Still I seek that scorched heart
Searching the embers to claim what is mine
Surrendering pain to ease this hunger
Poured in wine red lust
Broken, impure

Stained mind
Stained body
Stained soul

Caught in relentless winds of tomorrow
Moments to feel our way to that next exit
These excited dreams spoken in lust drenched exhaustion

Our nights, scribbled across a promise
This was the requiem, this was the sound
Etched forever in a waking dream’s goodnight

Tranquille (Broken Blue Wing and the Red Bird Reverie)


Morristown, United States

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