within the inner curves of you're mountains brow.
My sultry singer of the wind.
His red hands fill me,
for he and I are one
as I stretch myself out
under the slippery skin of stars.
my curly hair is a shield
and my skin a mask
made up of freckles and limitless sunsets.
My Cherokee lover
came back to me tonight
and filled me as beautiful as he once did.
purple and blue
are made up of deep rivers
the tightly wrapped feelings that I feel for you.
my soul echoing can be heard for miles.
don't leave my side.
you're battle hardened eye's away
or disappear into the night again,
like smooth butter across the sharp end of a knife.
I know that you want to leave me tonight
I know that you're blood calls you away
as though the very earth were whispering to you're inner core.
take hold of my hand
and never let go
let me again
feel the slickness of you're skin so close to mine
and you're leathery lips across my own.
I am fire,
and a flame
never meant to be put out.
I will stay
until you're weary road tires of you.
I'll still be
the same simple girl that you see before you now,
and in the future
when you come to me again