lyoz's Journal: making love

Sitting here forcing lines
word forms of silent minds
singing along my silly songs
the paper clowns are dancing in the rain

The paper clowns are washing their sins
painting my life in blue and purple
shades of your delayed image
bells and broken keys that open doors
to hollow empty rooms

I sleep lying flat on your belly
making a bee line for your heart
i am slowly lifting up your shirt
tracing dark red scars
facing pure black , lack of hate

I ll push slowly through your skin
melt my soul into your soft sin
we ll pull at the loose strings
together with hungry eyes
we ll push through the layers of him
and her in between