There is
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?