Your skin glows like your crime, blossoms punishment as the lily in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your fading voice and leaps like a hyena at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great doves wing.
I am comforted by your scarf that I carry into the twilight of dusty beams and hold next to my heart.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of blood.
As my mind falls from your scarf, it reminds me of your crime.
In the quiet, I listen for the last loud of the day.
My heated heart leaps to my coat. I wait in the moonlight for your secret car so that we may watch as one, heart to heart, in search of the magnificient red and mystical prison of love.
Your Crime
I like the idea. I didn't quite get the point in parts though. Perhaps it's just me.
I think you could miss out a few words here. What is the secret car all about?My heated heart leaps to my coat. I wait in the moonlight for your secret car so that we may watch as one, heart to heart, in search of the magnificient red and mystical prison of love.