Flooding My Eyes With Roses


drink my desire
i’m not a flower
i’m a forest fire
my heart, it beats
and leaps
across the land
of lonely people and empty places
secret pleasures on vacant faces
magnetic torture
ripe and ready feelings
pulling at the strings
my gloom is peeling
what is good for me?
a slice of you in the sun
what is best for me?
a place my intentions can run
and go and glow
safety at the start
safely in the heart
i will sit in the warmth
and flood my eyes with roses
dreaming in color
my desire dozes

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