The Sexual Play Of Her And Him Poem by Sharron Stephenson

To see the person that hides in the clouds of,
Grey. The sword that opens the wings of a heart,
That feels the wooden pain of the bleeding world,
To watch a beating soul in a cage of steel,
The carnival tricks fills the ballroom with,
Laughs and calls for more.
To hear the tears of thorns rolling down the face,
Of broken stories. T be mesmerised by the,
Growth of a rose. To turn away the dreams of,
Innocence and gold.
The glass of the sun-the pictures of the moon over,
The mountain of desire. To water down the,
Wishes and hopes of a love so tender and true.
To understand the hand that slowly moves over,
The heated concealed emotion of sexual tension.
To follow the path of unknown play and places,
Of black and cruel pictures.
The pull of two switching smiles. Here and,
Now the talk of the past and truth. The night,
Of the nights gods, comes over the religious cross that,
Bares and falls over the river of devotion.
The point of the middle play, the fore and,
Goal. the calculation down the twist of,
Her and him