Feet planted on the ground <br />yet a sky full of desire <br />Countless lightning streams <br />link the realms as golden wires <br /> <br />One large gasp as I inhale <br />all the energy of poetic past <br />I'm earnestly hemming my way <br />to live this moment at last <br /> <br />Stanzas written with my eyes <br />prepare my muse to accept me in <br />Every word intensely motivated <br />as your hands direct my pen <br /> <br />I am quivering in your breeze <br />as I'm smelling your sweet breath <br />I am willingly detained <br />as dark locks graze my chest <br /> <br />Lyrics are softly unspoken <br />by adjacent tongues and hips <br />Spreading ink on the paper <br />as we connect our lips <br /> <br />Inducement from our dance <br />causes patience to wear thin <br />Pen released from our control <br />Now we're all the way in <br /> <br />We understand each other <br />My point is in you and it's clear <br />Sir William shook the world <br />but we can shake this sphere <br /> <br />Now, I'll need you forever <br />I'm addicted to this realm with you <br />I'll always be back for more <br />of our continuous deja vu <br /> <br />~ <br /> <br />Scott Mitchell<br /><br />Scott Mitchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/locks-of-deja-vu/
