Swampland des Lumières Nordiques

My fingers linger
Too far and too firmly
Beyond the bounds
Over your figure

And I take them back
Slide them down my chest
But deep into
Your eyes I chase

So many days ago
You'd look to me
And I could tell
Your darkest disbeliefs

But now you still think
You're opaque and pink
Full of green energy
All I need for me

My steps are ginger
A touch that lingers
And seeps into the flow
Of red undertow

The sounds of passive
Glowing suns abroad
A son asunder
Flags pitched in thunder

We have this guilty
Pitch to ourselves
Beneath these sheets
Now off is the switch

And soon we
See a new bright light

And soon we
See a new bright light

Denial works like
Charm in paradise
The ruins churned
Ablaze in ice