tattoo

my fields on fire, my mind is lit

 no amount of rain could ever douse this 

I can't sleep I'm just to wired 

this sweet, sweet taste of pure desire 

I'm drinking this wine but it doesn't quench 

my soul roped in and tightly cinched 

the more you give, much more I want 

my heart upon your sleeve you flaunt 

I feel the heat as we ride this storm 

all past dreams have been transformed 

lightning strikes and leaves its mark 

a zigzagged tattoo on my heart

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License