My Nails?Blood redScrapingDown your back
If I laid myself downIn the warm, soft sandMy hair in your fingersMy head in your hands
Your words flowLike ribbons and bowswith my thoughts scattered caught in the memories
I am cinnamonstreaked with goldIvory and pinkA hint of crimson wineTo direct your thoughtsKeep you captiveSteal your mind
Silent ripples shimmerAnd the people around me dimSmooth is the energyof the crowd in my viewBut my attention is…