the passionate fury of the sun- redone

if you gave me your heart, i would put it in a zip-lock baggie, over ice. but before that, before you start to strategically retrace the forgotten lines where unkind people stole your innocent mind like...leaving scars on your chest where the stitches tore apart, i would start to reach for the part of myself that would tell you to put it away. i would have to find the right words to say what i mean, and i mean, i dream for you to stay right here and touch the part of my neck that hasn't been kissed by the breath of your eyes, yet. but do it again, over and over. i would just as soon chose death and die rather than never again taste your lips in my mind, and i cry as i try to find one unkind reason not to see you again, but i can't, which is so good.

if you could stop to see for a second, what you do to me; a cataclysmic state of perpetual bliss, my body shivers not to miss this...my dreams shake; i am awake for the first time in my life and it's because of you. inside my soul burns the unseen desire to change in me what it is i see reflected in the world around us both. unspoken and true, i turn the beauty i see in you into a light radiating into the dark future of uncertain...beyond physical pleasures where my soul spins around in unison...in a constant state of searching for where exactly i end and you begin. you're different, and i think i love you for it. i don't want to stop spinning, or searching for you.

often times i find you try to hide the real you behind obscure shades of purple and blue painted blankets torn in two. you go to a place where unused bandages remain packages in unopen boxes of stored away memories too painful to find again. so they stay there collecting dust. a part of us....inside you try to hide the real you behind those piercing eyes and hide as you try to hold your head up high. high enough to touch the sky and fly high on a clear day, red and pink stained with the passionate fury of the sun, above the burdens of existence extending into a realm of beauty ironically expressed only through the divine...heaven on a clear day. you see visions of a world so perfect, a beautiful place, and you're inclined to think you're just drunk enough to...wake up on the brink of perfection, undying...a forever with me.