Lights Real Low

365 Days of Creativity

day one hundred and thirteen

You look good with the lights real low

You look good when the music's slow

Tell me how you speak such prose

When all you do is say hello

You smell sweet in the summer rain

And you sound hot when you spit disdain

You curve my mind when you bend your back

and you give me what my body lacks

You feel like butter on my skin

You taste like cake when it's baked real thin

You look real cute when you're smoking soft

You look so nice when your clothes are off

Turn me into what you see

Cuz I can't tell what you see in me

I'm falling here into your hair

Soft and light like kindling fare

It's odd and sweet how you look so sour

When I come home too late an hour

It's crazy how you drive me sane

It's hazy how you clear my brain

Baby I'm just lying here

Wishing you were coming near

Hoping that you'll head my way

From your dimension out in space

Dazzle though, you have your place

and I'll just lie in shadows wait

Fractured prism glitter gleam

like a trick of light off a crystal peak;

You're nothing but a fleeting dream

A puff of smoke;

Dispersing steam