Tender Traps Taste the Same

Tender Traps Taste the Same

Let drama's long rug unfold,
Crimson sheath, the current undertow,
Open up it's arms, and grasp hold.
Resistant ripples of this lucid echo.
Indecision in familiar recognition,
Jump just to see if I still float?
Still lurking is my empty restitution.
Of my former Love's jokes,
to be scared, or not to be,
Sharpness felt, as I look over the plank.
Breathless, vulnerable, already under siege,
water surges in my lunges, expression blank.
So fragile is your glance, luring is your smile.
Reminiscent of a hope of love long gone.
Blind faith bleeds, as your seedling inches miles.
Your green eyed reflection so fawn.
Bambi's tragic optimism writhing.
As Azazel flexes his breeding.
Life's anger doesn't answer back,
it's only vision, an angle of stare,
Time's warmth; morphed crack.
Lips so soft, CAUTION, who cares!
Kiss, linger, closed - eyes... Delicious hunger.
Thunder rumbles over deep blue skies