Leap

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.