Golden dawn bleeds into my eyes
I face the sunrise with musical notes imprinted onto my skin.
Mahogany wood polished over with love
Passion trapped beneath heavy lid
Taste of honey sweet in the air
Fingertips alive with soul.
When the sun rises overhead
It settles wicked in cupped hand of sky and
Lingers against the nape of my neck
Whispering dangerous promises that
Carve themselves onto the bones of my spine and
Intertwine with my being.
Silver dusk bleeds into my eyes
I face the sunset with musical notes imprinted into my skin.