Talking without purpose
Has become company
We fill the air with empty syllables
A complicated language
Created by intelligent minds
Volcano ash tossed into the sky
Substance is a fleeting dream
Left in airwaves
Too far away to reach

I packed my past-lovers
into a box and
put it on the
top shelf of
things been and gone,
leaving it to
gather dust
like a heart
gathers apathy.

I'm a molten mess
Of emotion
Flowing in
My core.
I'm girthed
With waves
Of passion
That heat up
When you're near.
My skin quakes
With your breath,
I'll orbit til
We finally touch,
Erupting
In cold sweat.

you pour yourself into my vacancy
and I am unaware
love is a constant teacher

I thirst for your touch
and you touch me
intimacy beyond knowledge