Red Hearts and Fire
I am yours. You move to my heartbeat,
weave our words from bated breath into
the songs and poems of our history.
Create a stage of mystery.
Your scent is my potion. You
my passion. Let me write a song with
red-ribbon words. Pain stuffed with bliss.
Eyes blurred in the pounding rain, your hand
reaches for mine.
Tomorrow is all there is. We walk together to
harvest the juicy, drooling chemistry. It is our
time to dance. I take your hand.
Colors swoon, create a rainbow melody, a
cloudless sky. Will you pull the arrow back or
let it fly? Its time to say good-bye to guesses.
I have already said yes.
Bring me recognition, a rare white smile in your eyes
this is the day of bulging red hearts and fire.
copyright 2007, All Rights reserved
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