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lightning strikes
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Hyacinth garden some memories never seem to quit
like pulp that clings to the pit
music and madness, sensuality and sadness
every month when full moonlight shimmer's,
the night wild hungry will sing
crimson lipstick in darkness glimmers
pull its allure tug on the string
concoction of love
from roses red
each year,
the pink will know
thread tomorrow’s death and sew
take in turn and sink
strange secrecy
shelters in your shadow do not deny me
moonface hold through nights cast brightness.
pass exposed within loves blindness
one night on earth;
that night
petals from roses red
razor sharp lips pare ripe pink fruit
climax the amazing
that did not happen
submit to crushed cruel
moonfaced fool
complete, violation
was it all a flames invitation
if I could see you one more time,
even if only by lightning flash
a night-time tempest -
strobe light lunacy
invisible - visible,
the very air, I swear,
will ignite with love
it would ease my longing.
but longing becomes like a noose tightening
and you can't hit lightning
lightning hits you
lightning never strikes in the same place twice
How true, memories will always linger, and lightning can strike, but as long as you're there, who cares! Again a lovely one D.
How true, memories will always linger, and lightning can strike, but as long as you're there, who cares! Again a lovely one D.