Wanting Your Sin (In Violet)
turning in to the violet windows of twilight
I sense your fragrance the tender scents of your skin
making secret pacts with shadows and the songs of raindrops
crossing the city on building tops and the wings of nightbirds singing
I feel your limbs tremble into mine like the harmonies of cosmic harps
longing for belonging for the fountains of breath that is your desire in mine
wanting to redefine the questing nature of our sin and the pointless nature
of the fall we want first what we want for ourselves, then getting that and not that
we find ourselves within ourselves wanting all
I want your breath my love the violet scent of light before the death that is our skin
turning in to you am I lost to wander very far to tire to drop myself to fall and dream
let my heart and soul let go and just scream your name inside the burning night of sin
turning into me into you;
burning in to the violet windows of twilight~
Poetry by jesse
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Written on 2007-01-22 at 12:28
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