Edgeways

As you rained down,

Onto my delicate skin.

I felt the heat blister,

To grow jungles within.

Feeling your groundswell,

Under my sieved gaze,

We were flagged,

Not lost,

Marked as yours-

Edgeways.

~m

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Colors Passion

Color me wistful,

And outside the lines.
Color me different,
And color me blind.
Color in pink seashells
And maybe a horse?
Color pastel hurricane passions,
With primary force.
Kiss my lips fiery,
Take my innocence away.
Bejewel my tender heart,
Coloring in anticipation inlay.
Apply me with substance,
Enhancing my colors.
Hitching abandoned breath,
Sending our hearts aflutter.
~m