Two-Stepping Twins

Hear me whisper curses,
Watch my lips run.
Catch my desperation,
Raking songs unsung.

 

Frustrations we celebrate,
Like the 4th of July.
Burn our ambition,
A spiteful nose alibi.

 

What a game of tactics,
Foreplay of the mind.
Respecting ingenuity,
Impressive masterminds.

 

Curiosity kills fur,
But keeps rapt attention.
Fascination’s sweet babies,
We’re stars shooting of ascension.

 

Complimentary magnets,
Dancing Yang and the Yin.
You dip and I’ll twirl,
Till we wake up in zen.

 

~m

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