__________by Turner
A simple staircase
That winds into a plush forest I'm desperate
to lose myself in
A milk lined cave I follow
To twin honey coated peaks I've yet to climb
and hang this heart
I will love you in rain of haikus
Simulate kisses of syncopation
Fill you with the insights of Giovanni's room
You are still
You have no say in this
Only I will dance inside this voyeur
Eyes of my eyes and soul upon my soul
Moments of pleasured oblivion
I cherish the feel of your reluctance to my
dreams, but yes
You are still
You have no say in this
