i was sitting on questions

and the answers were shinning through the light bulbs,

they yelled red.

with hands spread against the walls

satin barely touching flesh blown by autumn winds.

behind gates, taking a closer look

at the knight with its shinning sword.

a woman sits on the wanning moon

she anticipates the return of her lover.

he kneels at her feet

she carresses his face with a

light touch of her fingertips.

not far way a beast is devouring his prey,

there is something romantic about this picture

the passion too strong to contain

can turn you into an animal

i think i found mysef tonight

amongst the pictures on my wall

the candle that burns

at the edge of my window

it is an invitation

enter at your own will

yet be warned

the flame burns

but only "it" knows when it shall die.

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