this was once an ill-fated attempt to write at least once a day.
now it's a less ill-fated attempt at keeping what i think i've found again.
Do you feel it?
That overwhelming urge to
Just
Be that man I want to be
Take that sip
- I want to be free
To explore your
Very soul and essence
But you are not here
And I am despondent
Without a sign;
(I talk about you all the time)
But fathoms between us
And deeper I
Go
Do you feel my breath against your
Soft, so soft love
And I close my eyes to the
Rustle of sheets so close to
My heart
So ardently
Loved,
Cherished
I want to blurt your name
To a faceless crowd
For that touch it lingers,
So;
this is an ode to:
the trials and tribulations
of a sweet life,
so oft bitterly swallowed
but deep beneath that terrible
struggle is a world of unimaginable
beauty - all the more poignant
by this hand in mine.
shared hearts,
dear common goal
single silver spider
strand - spread so
gossamer against a morning
light, and bowed by
drops of honey;
do you feel that whisper?
clear across the
stretch, your imagination (how)
silken steel
untempered by the
turn of time.
Hold me,
so …
impossibly steep curves
smooth over time:
boundless potential
i’m back
your touch, running
slowly across my
arm; you are what
i have longed for
this
whole
time
i feel broken
i am broken
and these twisted
words a mere
reminder of a
definite lack of soul
please
forgive this lowly wretch
lioness, so
proud and true
why do your paws
so fiercely, sharply
to my side cling
and like this
. like this
. like this
. swish
swish
do pounce
i do not flee
