There is something raw in me
That comes alive,
When you come.
There is artwork in my skin
Colored and some,
And a soul undone.
There is halcyon surrounding me
Yet every touch, every gaze,
Sets me ablaze.
There is music, there is smoke,
A suggestion,
And a cloak.
There is stealth in your brightness,
There is grey in your light,
And I, in your sight.
There is warmth in your apathy,
Burning desire,
A blue, brash bonfire.
There is a dream in my heart
Hidden, abstruse,
Must you always be obtuse?
