HAZEL DEPTHS

           

                                                                HAZEL DEPTHS

       Scorching snow, blistering skins, and frozen dreams,

        Melting away in the warmth of the sweat,

          Warming up from inside like shots.

            Fingers entangled, black strings of fate,

              Twisting and curling, always hiding,

                 Gasping for breath as shadows stare into hazel depths.

                   Searching for something to cuddle,

                   Sighs from depths blow away all the doubts,

                  The strings turn red and emerge from asylums,

                  Intertwined with shadows in a crimson dance.

                The hazel depths sparkle with pleasure,

                                                       As the shadows crawl down the unexplored