Saturday, August 22, 2015

Mastering the master

Pure certainty 
Is how you looked at me 
All of your words 
And everything you showed me
I stayed in bliss 
With just enough ignornace 

It's the parts of me 
That most can't see 
Is the part of me 
That keeps you coming 

You've mastered the art of touch 
And it's sealed in gold 
You lose just enough 
and I surrender my control
Because you feel me 
under my diamonds and gold 
You're more than enough 
and we take notes
as we help each other unfold.