Monday, 30 March 2015

Hey you

You make My legs fall asleep
Smile is innocuous 
Imagination paralleling 
Eyes a weapon 
Tigress vibrates deep
Racing pulse illuminated  

Reality boomerang hits
Volcanic flow 
Granite to dust
Sink debre eruption 
Stalagmite piercing  

Impossible possible 
Clouds fade 
Krill in the salty deep
Long for the possibility 
its driving me

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