She will touch Beyond your flesh Triggering your soul Bathing in its’ warmth You’re her Apollo And she is your source of energy and when she is away her lingering touch on your skin will be the only reminder that she truly exists.
I wrote this while at work. I tend to drift off to la-la land more often at work.
Your lips spilled familiar words but with a foreign feeling behind them. A natural feeling that weaved throughout the tone of your voice. Yes, your words grazed my heart, but the truth shot through my soul like a determined arrow. Aiming for eternity instead of temporary.
I dream of a heart nestled in its cage, enjoying the protection around it. It’s been hurt and battered. It’s been cornered and neglected. I dream of a heart resting in its enclosure, singing lullabies to no one. It’s been humming a tune for so long that I hear it in my dreams. Is the song meant for me? I find the heart in its confinement beating slowly as it stands alone. I walk to the cage, and the song is louder and beautiful. I'm mesmerized and haunted by the melody. I touch the cage and the heart thumps...and thumps. I hear whispers of pain and hope.
My head hits the pillow as my eyes adjust to the stars on the ceiling. I hold my breath as my legs are slide apart feeling the fresh air hit my ***. “****.” I moan lowly as the intruder uses their teeth to rip my soaked ******* off me. “Mine,” they say.