The Mesmer

What hands can’t touch,
Eyes can grasp.

Echoes from pools of amber hues,
Like voices beyond the tunnel,
Beckoning, seducing…

I’m your fool.

Soul begs to be your reflection…
…You allow it.
Heart surrenders for your bidding…
…You take it.
Mind halts…
…I,
…You,
…One!

Lips on leather soles,
Tastes like juice
from the apples of Eden.
Give me more!

I’m your fool,
A fool’s fool.

I’m… a… fool…

- Rasui Akira

written on December 22, 2006 - 9:09 PM