Stolen streets
revealed cold embers blue
as liquid colors in the moonlight
gentle fingertips burning angles
glistened
into perfect skin
it's just a leap across the lake
a slow fall
as the wind goes
easy on the eyes
remembrance of the heart
blackened in the hearth
keep a tongue behind your sword
does it suit you?
Here on the stolen streets
dyed in a hue
longing for the blue to come again
in the embers of a kiss.
