perfect frame

Cage like to look; seem; only better
With rage not know why,
Dim mood
Care to notice all the brown
Just the frame; good
Lounge seat put to sit
White wall; chandelier
Expensive it seems, obviously is
Work best expressed in wood; antics

Less to see but much in depth cheque
Grandpa’s clock on the left tick and irritate
Like it’s all coming to an end; hesitate
Yet it’s all on rehearsal; meditate

Luminous green woolen rag, ragged enough to keep it soft
Just like the second among five
Like the short hand on the clock states
Pink for softness as yellow for tenderness
Of design and touch
That is and could be
As it approaches
Safe danger after 5; red pillow
How natural it would be as the green indicates time in motion…

Like lotion on soft masculine hands
Big enough to keep me steady, right in position
caress skin tenderly, mine
So much chemistry as the orange blends with the rest
Hence bends all thee rules of neutral.
Just like we;
you and I
Blend in skin
Tin; glued
Turned tan from this heat we can’t control
Yes it bends all the rules of neutral
But creates the perfect impression of what could become of a man and woman
In such atmosphere
Some piece if art indeed .

Four cornered room
Just as as frame
In which different colors are displayed
Yet careful enough to respect art
As you are;As I do you.

I could talk of colors
But it’s how moulded you are
It’s your muscles; strength
Your skin; tone
Your voice;tone
You are imperfect beyond perfection
It’s the need ,the yearn
Yours eyes speak more than your pupil; iris
The bigger it gets ,the bigger you get
Breathe in : out
Heat raged with emotions
Can’t stand the motions
Moving in all directions
But aimed at one; IN
-deed: action
My kind of healing that only a chosen physician can give; you
Blood rushes ,can’t hush
-Come please;run; cum-
it dashes through my vein like flashes of light at dawn
as it suddenly dawns to me
-reality-
A better frame lies above, beside, beneath;
..YOU..

The thoughts engraved deep in me
My dermis -epi; vein
Through my heart, skull; brain
The feeling high up in my mind, pardon
Confusion dominates
Am all tired like a bird
From this ride; I mean flight
Can’t you see?
Can’t differ what’s flown to my heart and brains
My aorta can barely filter you
My wrong turn man
Of all we have done; perfect illusion only but in my imagination,
Of all we could do is perfectly framed in head.
Yes: all we could do in this colorful room with a dim mood
A cage I deserve a lifetime imprisonment with you
Yes; Yes; all we could do in this
room left for me and you

Remains as an Untouched …

Untapped …

-perfect frame –