Midnight Blues

Turning the folded sheets within the boundaries of desires, there is hidden rage tempting the flares to the hidden heights, blues, the white-blues, fastening the grip on the toes, so alone, alone tonight, ruffling my hair to that daft tone.

Cravings of the last night dawned into your cranky mornings, so much of the smiling vices, rest too much too forget the mournings, is it in the lost motions of the moments spent together, for not the slightest of the itchiness lead to sudden demise.

Coffee stained, butts flying, panoramically justified the situation, beneath deep down I have let the eyes upon the problem without a negotiation, smile, stretch the fine line between the freckles to cover it up, bottle it up to let the beat slowly drift you from the cusp.

Soft eyes, a warm hug, gentle whisper, soothing touch, strong arms, wild kiss, electric embrace, inviting look, these are the ribbons that tie our package together, these are what make us relapse into one another.