Pleasant Dreams

Will you go and find our kind? The ones who ask questions that set free their minds and crack open windows then pull up the blinds maybe the warmth of the sunshine will brighten our lives. Setting fire to candles left burning too high let the wax drip drop and sit to admire the pain for the gain, soft skin with a burn, discern the flavor you are the braver one. Bittersweet and sour, shower your lips with replete desire. No respecter of age, this enraging upstager, this drama-engager, It gets what It wants like the bouncer backstage. Do you really think I would give up like this? I could give you some reasons; the silence, the youth, brute truth resolute, sweet dripping fruit runs down lips that sip champagne flutes. Mortal unfortunes do not be dismayed, for Lust is the poolboy and Love is afraid.