To cress,
The moons heat beating,
Dancing,
With the movement so sudden,
Your skin rises with heat.
Involuntary,
Like your heart,
Your Breath...
Catching like the wind.
The storm blowing with no control in grasp,
In sight.
It's all just a struggle,
For love,
For whits,
For life.
We fight,
Harder then the eats coast an west coast winds.
Brushing little by little,
Till stands is nothing.
