My color was once tan <\/p>\n\n\n\n
and my taste for love was once too bland. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Like the touch of winter on my flaking skin, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
love dried me of color and withered me at the hands of your grin. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was much too all consuming <\/p>\n\n\n\n
when the days bled by with gray until spring was up and blooming. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Finally done feeding on tears of my rain, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
your love faded from those thirsted green hills left in brown stains<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As if vanilla wasn\u2019t satiating for my sweet craving tongue <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I found a new love for the darkness ascending the sun<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One where my heart wouldn\u2019t ache<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the doorknob was last touched after a meaningless handshake<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But nights in passion painted with acrylic like markings<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It soon became a flickering fire with light to ward winter off by sparse sparkings<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My heart then beat to a lively drum <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Meeting your lips and the reverberations of your throated hums<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s like winter couldn\u2019t touch me as candle wax seeped from our skin<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s like the cold couldn\u2019t enter through the doorway of our one night inn<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My painted cheeks in red, my lips with rose<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And my skin had never been so colorfully met god only knows<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I had once been tan<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And my taste for love, once too bland<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And now my heart seeks the thrill of pacifying passion<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Leaving love in the past with my only ashes <\/p>\n\n\n\n
So the hue of my skin fades all the same<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And summer burns me as bad as when passion calls my name<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But here I sit recalling your voice which rang like bells striking midnight<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And there I lingered in a bad place where I feared love\u2019s killing bite <\/p>\n\n\n\n
You\u2019d be surprised such love loathing lips now crave your inescapable embrace<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And somehow by love, I\u2019m stranded in this same place<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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