vyra

new poem


We scar our body's with ink,

Because we know its only temporary,

Bonded to us only for this life,

Never trapped by a vow or otherwise.



Lips pressed firmly together,

To keep secrets from slipping threw,

The gypsy whispers promises,

As I self medicate with fantasy.



Writing on our soles with chalk,

So we don't fear commitment,

I wish on a star,

So that we may be free to make love in the moon light.



I'm wet for the night,

So that our sprites may dance naked in the dust of the sandman.

Free from earthly guilt,

And temporary commitment of our body's.



Iv drawn a map in the sky,

So that as we sleep, you may find me.