Shake me

In the flood of days you got rain,
you got the flesh fingers fest
in the mood of the seven sacred days,
you got the greed of the smile
submerged in old blue water skies,
empty and hollow mercy hearts,
your hands threw the feelings,
fever of silent worded mouths,
quiet distant iced heart beats
following an unseen headlight,
unwanted smiling lips in closed eyes
beneath unexpected embraces,
don’t gather promised paths
if no one can track your feets,
now I’m seeking your eyes,
your breath on each step,
deep unheard voices of my own
following high heeled songs
of your lips in my empty head,
please take my sins and my laughs,
my truths and my desires,
and shake my hands, my mouth,
my body, my life and my sense.