SPARKED

SPARKED 

The color of the evening haze
A muted glow where daylight frays,
Your hair in reckless, tangled waves,
My pillow clings to fleeting days. You shift your gaze, a sideways peek,
Eyes half-shut, a secret streak,
Then, with a jolt, you spark my core,
A flame that stings yet begs for more. And I am caught,
I murmur soft,
I,
I am caught,
And I,
I,
I,
I am caught in the way you drift,
As you slip from view,
Yeah.I dream the strangest dreams with you so near,
As if the world tilts, sharp and clear,
Yeah,
The strangest dreams unfold with you,
No need to blink to see what’s true. The color of the evening haze
A muted glow where daylight frays,
Your hair in reckless, tangled waves,
My pillow clings to fleeting days. And I am caught,
I murmur soft,
I,
I am caught,
And I,
I,
I,
I am caught in the way you drift,
As you slip from view,
Yeah.I dream the strangest dreams with you so near,
As if the world tilts, sharp and clear,
Yeah,
The strangest dreams unfold with you,
No need to blink to see what’s true.