[Smelnyk]

Just something I wrote a while back.

the time has come
where the color gray
runs rampant
amidst the slivers of gold
the sight has come
of a life in sway
that i can't keep
from losing its hold
no sound has come
where one does lay
silken slant
of thy lovers fold
the touch has come
in a godly way
makes one pant
in a sweat of cold
all senses come
from far away
all lovers shant
think themselves bold.