wolven7 | ..... Yes.

Benzin-Regenbogen

In the feeling of urges wanted,
The repitition of dangerous lines,
that were never meant to be crossed.
For how, in our respects, are we to know
when such times have passed, that we may
drink freely of each others'
creativities?
There is a disturbing, gentle danger,
in the dances that we sing,
and a majesty like the brightest
of gasoline rainbows.

Where, in our cold, forsaken rememberances
lay the abilities of our craft,
long past?
We, who are of the Art, and build the Artifice,
who tear the souls from stars, and sing
our new creations--
or hum them, to ourselves, under our breaths--
we are the bold, and the weak-with-strength,
and, together, however, we may conquer all,
within our souls.

For there is a beatuy, in you,
like the smile of a knife,
and a gentleness, like a cold winter's kiss.
There is passion, and fire,
more than a RavenPhoenix ever dared Dream,
and enough to burn down a thousand thousand worlds,
And make them anew.

There are reigns on impulse, and constraints of distance,
but these things leave us, with no boundaries,
and no attachments,
save that we Love each other;
however, whatever,
as ever, we take that to mean.
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"Ice and steal dappled
passion's fire consuming
Death with the right girl."