Summer becomes the tone of fresh and old love mingled.
Of exhilaration, fascination, inspiration,
all put in skin sacks, given names.
Each heat riddled day the sun bakes us,
we are entwined in passionate reverie,
where no mere words will penetrate the sanctum.
Hit me with the zap darling,
Break apart the cheek sockets,
Gimme a zing that chews joy,
Spits grit and evaporates misery,
I’d like one for the road,
Splintering that jaw bone,
Forcing the brightside parade of glee,
And even if,
I’ve got tongue sized words to disagree,
They don’t matter much,
When eyes twitch out of touch,
I’m lubricated,
Half insane,
Thank God for magic moments,
Watching sadness drift down a drain.
To Ink - a blog from Melting Neurons 