I feel the ache on my skin
whispers of ending
without begin
Soft shreds of passion
with tender taste of want
Wine on my lips
red and dripping
Longing for a chance
to taste you....
I feel the needle pricks
and knife jabs
in my soul
that tatter my heart
and shred it whole
Distance....an enemy
of dark cloak
and dagger thrusts
I cherish the moments
that hold particles of you
like the dust of wind
Blowing soft tendrils
of quiet callings
of sweet fallings
and i...
a precipice lodged
gazing at the chasm...
Longing forever holds me
You...me....
to only be...
'tis not...have not...
A beggar...
I ride
a sky of dreams
Lost inside a memory
Christie, I bow to you! My goodness, You are such a beautiful, beautiful talent!
ReplyDelete"I feel the needle pricks
and knife jabs
in my soul
that tatter my heart
and shred it whole"
That was so intense...it sounds like something I would say.
Great job!