Passion Cries

A silvering shadow
from the midnight charm
glistens in the heat
of the daylight harm

Rose damaged lips
The thorn melts away
to a puddle of dreams
from a happier day

Shut tight eyes
Broken blue
Playful hands reach
softly whispered to

Pain'd words cut deep
Acidic blood runs fast
Fire skips over graves
The sunlight won’t last

Forbidden fruit grows
within arm’s length
Ignore or give in
Who has the strength?