BRIMIE

By Nolan Moon

Sighting you,

Wandering abound.

Not seeing the dancers, nor hearing the sound. In you I saw,

A virgin fire.

Needing to burn,

And consume desire. I'll take you now; I'd take you then. I'll follow you,

And meet your sin.

You've pulled me down; you've drawn my fance. My only cry,

Is for a chance. Brimie,

Is it a shimmer,

Deep in your eyes

Or hues of glimmer

Hinged on surprise. Is it for once?

My chance to hold you, to mold you.

Into someone I know.

To bring upon a show, to break us down,

To crush the sound. And if for once then hold me

Then mold me,

Into someone you know. Searching now, all of you.

And can't give up, until I'm through. The deeper I dig, the more I find.

Oh the treasures you hide, I wish were mine. Just to hold you,

And find your core.

To know that your heart, is at my door.

A night of learning, teaching until dawn. Fulfilling our dreams,

Till there's nothing to way. In joy I hold you,

And passion I care.



Sightlessly reaching, I found you there. Brimie,

Is it a shimmer

Deep in your eyes

Or hues of glimmer

Hinged on surprise. Is it for once?

My chance to hold you to mold you,

Into someone I know.

To bring upon a show, to break us down.

To crush the sound. And if for once, then hold me,

Then mold me,

Into someone you know. Can we keep it in, keep it low.

Will those feelings begin to show?

Will they cause it to stop, or cause it to start?

Will they build a soul, or destroy a heart.

Answers we'll not know, unless we try to enhance. And give this thing, a damn good chance.