Rush

Rush

In the mist of rolling seas
Her dainty feet curl up to please
As words inspire her cheeks all blush
The fragile hands twist out to rush.
On iron boards she burns her hand
Why folded clothes would never stand.
In quaker cracks she blends the ice
Deeper in she craves to pay the price.
Early hours she waits in gloom
In waters seeps when flowers bloom.
Of melted browns and trousers stain
She hopes to love and leave again.
In Italy, where she will be
If it is true, then she will see.
Then photos come of naked dreams
When silence means a lot of screams
"Oh please come, materialize"
She begs and pleads then agonize
A tender love of pure command
This she wish of gian ungrand.