I am a sucker for your laugh, your smile, your soul
living life in your bastille curled up in a hole;
owning up to your walls, guards up, just standing by;
voraciousness owing and yearning lest I die.
entranced by your beauty, I find myself struggling
your eyes, locked with mine, a passion that is stifling
obscured from plain view is the thirst to surrender
undeterred by respite, a pledge of forever.
allow me to stand beside, inches from your world
my desire is to consume each flesh of your word
I can no longer bear the longing for you
nary a howl of protest what you put my mind through
amidst the ocean of divergence, I tell thee:
“hold fast and hold steady, as mine you will be.”
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC