Moving amongst dust and lust
A hand on your bust
A bosom getting thrust
May we vacuum the crust
That left us without trust
You shall see the dance
Of the cleaned stance
And a single glance
Would have you clinched
In the darkness, eyes that stare.
Crawling spiders; do I dare ?
Shivering spine; frozen face.
The Black eyes, my soul, enchase.
Dont know what your thinking aloud
Anything you should really be proud ?
Words loudly whisper through the wire
As your staring mystery eleviates higher.
Fingers warmly dancing in soft fury
Gently blowing a thin wind, so hairy.
A veil for the eye, a knife for the heart.
What treasure LIES beneath this chart ?
Evolution: a flower to the seed
Rain to the sky
On The edge of our seat
No excuses, no lie.
Curtain’s up on my eye.
