Silence is broken by passionate stares, we barter with the tips of our tongues as we drink in empty phrases, we meld into one.
Clarity comes only in the space between lovers’ sighs.
Hungry hands caress
palms devour soft flesh
speak with fingertips
My soul cries
I do not hear it, the static is too loud
My mind aches
I do not feel it, my nerves have grown cold
My heart bleeds
I cannot stop it, torrents of crimson and gold;
It pounds, it pounds, it pounds.
She didn’t want to pretend to be happy.
She had nothing to begin with, it’s true.
Somehow she’d forgotten she had nothing to lose.
sometimes I wish the earth would explode into a million pieces littering the sky with shards of dust
we would be one again with the cosmos without fear of being alone
sometimes I wish I could explode into a million pieces and disappear
It’s not fear but frustration
which prevents the forward motion
It’s not loneliness but isolation
It’s not secrets but omissions
which keep me locked
Palms guide, fingers lead
clasping, grasping, two souls
incessantly searching for what
has always been there, you’ve
missed the best years,
running from the past
its gaining ground as you slow down
soon you’ll be caught