Hold me in focus

Clean like the wooden slate, bracing the engulfing loathes of words that peter out of the parking lot.
Abashed with mediocre crews and speckled baboons. I want to kiss the moon and spread the trees apart gaining
a memorialized asset. I decided my future, with headless ideas and transparent, delicate lady foxes. With dreams earning fame
and when i wake i want to kiss the morning sky, holding your shoulders like sliding hills. LEaving red doors open and submerged in the crowds of ocean waves.
Quiet like the midnight sprint of trapped and suffocated fugitives or free willed students.
Rebelling against the mundane ushering in the wake of drowning jaws with bodies pulling their heads out of the mud. Muscles contorted and refurbishing paws took away more then the heads that were meant for control and leadership.