run on waltz

let me start now, the rumbling sounds
the memories that flow beyond the senses
the body always body seeking pleasures
the warming echo of the flesh that hungers
the sounding drumbeats of heart's desires
the energy that tastes like flesh mixing with flesh
the force that breaks the wall of silence
the light that seeks the light that sparks it
the fleeting pleasures that makes us crave the wanted.

Popular posts from this blog

Transformation

the many masks of my dreams

the myth in a dream