She plays like the sleepy shadows on the wall,
like the rumble of a coming storm
making the rain fall,
the depth of her heart
with all its broken pieces,
her eyes pierce like lightning,
going anywhere she pleases,
she is the stone among
scattered pebbles,
my day and my night
even when my heart rebels,
coursing in my veins
as if she gave me life,
cutting through my walls
with the honed blade of her knife.
She can tumble the mountains
until they are dust,
her hands bound in mine,
the only heart I trust.
She breaks me apart
only to bring me all together,
with a love fierce as a lion,
a touch that turns to talons,
the sweet in me, to a feather.
She wraps me around her
as if I were the vine,
never does she have to ask,
she knows what is hers
even when I draw the line,
like a prisoner, I am chained
to the passion of her lust,
my heart can only follow
as if it must,
flooding me with pleasure,
drowning me in pain,
She is as wild
as I am tame,
all she has to do is
pluck that chord,
she turns every hell in me
to heaven with one word,
she draws closer
I lose power over my spirit,
she is my flame
and I have to draw near it,
those days when she steps away,
it’s just like the weather,
and all I want is to be
tucked inside her leather,
she likes the conquer and the chase,
it makes me feel like I’m made of chalk,
the times written only to erase,
a heart caught in limbo,
always raising the bar
just to let it go,
and as I reach out
and catch the ledge,
she smiles leaving me
hanging on that ledge,
there’s no fear in her eyes,
she is so sure
that one more time
I can make the climb…
