This passion of mine
knew no mercy
burned everything
reincarnated some-things
This love of mine
knew no identity
loved insanely
and blindly
This spontaneity of mine
knew no borders
acted wildly
and boldly
This head of mine
knew no reality
acted stubbornly
and crafted fantasies
This imagination of mine
knew no limits
grew wider
and birthed stories
This tongue of mine
knew no poison
tasted many
and grew immune
This skin of mine
knew no apathy
felt abundantly
and rippled strangely
These eyes of mine
knew no ugliness
dissected the hell out of your flaws
and gilded your presence
These hands of mine
knew no hatred
wrote romantic novels
generated murder volumes
These lips of mine
knew no evil
went for days smiling
kissing the sins
that came with the
cusp of each
day
indiedoodles 