War Paint in Summer
Here I am; as the red of the war paint
slowly slides down from her face to her breasts.
Here I am; trying to free her high tied hair,
bound in which my obsession rests.
Here I go; evaporating under her naked sunlight;
Tangled into the weeds of night;
a fight, I lose, I might…
Here I go; becoming things I’ve never before;
Craving the sea while I’ve just reached her shore;
I know, I’m sure, want more…
Here we are; painted in orange stripes
and a thousand rising suns in between,
Fueling the fires burning at the horizon,
having a lot more blue to wipe.
Here we are; breeze riding along the summer knight,
unbearably bright, too burning for the sight.
Washed up in sweaty tones;
on her tides in the dusk, echoed in violent moans.
Here… we are; dipped in the crimson light,
more insatiable despite;
Setting in the day; Rising through the night…