I drink deeply from the rim of a jar
filled to the brim, teeming with creative juices
my heartbeat displaced by the grace of her eye lashes
Batting one thousand, profound and grown in a rich soil
A glance in her soul crafts makeshift wings
that i travel out of my mental labyrinth on
Taking a crisp bite into her ripened mind
Her heart a red delicious, plucked from purity
I long to prolong every sunset on her iris horizon
then steal peeks like a theif in the night
bare soul, a frozen stare a scare crowed
from the warm blackbird pie of her eyes
Baked in a deep puddle of pain, i wade in the view
Taking a pew at a sermon before a pastor of passion
and raising my voice to the sprites of her sight
Then slowly descend, drowning in those eyes...
Mourning dew would trickle thick from my eyes
If i ever lost her from this palace fashioned for love
Never to fall through the cracks of the floor
take the path from peace and pass through revolving doors
But as the morning comes, on these planes of grace
I painstakingly take a blink, all the while anxious
waiting a lifetime to return to that burning sensation
That i once tasted, swallowing the sight of her glowing embers
But as i embrace inferno, i'm subjected to barren land
eyes averted, submerged in more pressing tasks
as the black clouds above my eyes on my brow loom
a single raindrop stains the slopes of my smile
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