A purple kiss Whispering lovelies over my face Trickling fluidly past midnight Breaking into the secrets of my skin Almost stealing the moment's eyes While beginning the foundation of fingers and toes Your mystery caught in the silence of shadow Flooding my features with tingled echoes Rebel strands paint passions in the Salty beaded canvas-night At last embracing the hum of things Left only to be worshipped by handfuls of light. [Back] [Next] [Index]