Trying to see seeing too much
Wanting to be
A switch at your touch
Seems like I love trying too hard to please
Economy denies me a certain release
I am devoted to torture
I invoke to tease.
Imagining always a borderline bid
Something south of surreal
That is all I need
If you want me to hound you
It's better you stay hid.
To find you a catch to seek
There must be a line
Then no one knows better
To turn water into wine.
Synapses fire limens are crossed
Baby there are borders
That admit no cost
I have stood by the fountain
Glints of sun in the spray
Richest load of summer
Are the autumnal days
I trudged up the mountain
I sat on the ledge
Caught your breath on my lips
Found the thrill of your edge
Houdini of hilltops I seek the way
From your higher ground I survey
The lie of how my land lays
There are borders to scorch and burn up your tyres
There are borders you steal upon
Like liquid fire
There are shadows in the dark inside
You fear to think upon
Chalking shaky thresholds between your dusk and your dawn.
The fire always goes out in gorgeous afterglow
always my mind sends a note
Recalled to status quo
I spring back then
Seal my shattered soul
Till the next time
When
the brink overflows...
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014
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