I crave,
pressed against the wall,
the fiery passion heightening every sense, yet losing sense of time.

The landslide pours around my clambering arms and legs, abrading my flesh with its contents of sharp rocks and broken earth.
I feel my feet slip their traction, and kick my toes into the jagged incline.
Hands losing grip, I claw upward desperately hunting for the slightest finger hold.
Nails shredded, blood from my broken knuckles swirl with the sludge oozing past me.
Mud matted hair and freckled spattered accents are caked across my face.
Eyes blurred with the sting of salt like that of the Red Sea.
Cries stifled for the fear of opening my mouth to be invaded by the waves of agony.
I glance down into the dreaded abyss below.
Unable to discern shapes in the pitch.
A glint of orange, a blink of red, glanced glow of green.
I know they're down there... Echoing sounds of gnashing teeth, and beastly screeches, scraping and scrambling just as frantic as I, but their objective is not escape such as mine.
They want to take me, eat me alive, stuffing their insatiable guts with my raw emotions.
Just one crooked talon hooked into my ankle and I'd become a side of beef at a feeding frenzy.
The unknown faces below radiate ice cold still air toward my feet.
I need to find warmth.
Upward, I reach. This cannot consume me, I will not yield.
I feel the grind of my bones and grit in my wounds, burn in my eyes, taste of bitter dampness, smell the murky bog...It's ******* miserable, but I realize, I am...almost alive.
I refuse to be numb, I allow my pain and fear be my passenger, become my fuel...
My battle is forever unending, but I have seen blue sky before, felt the sun penetrate my skin and warm my body, tasted the sweet air of a serene eve...
There is a place, I know, I can find it again, holding hope.
Just one kind embrace from love and I, the feeble hunted, turn graceful huntress surviving, thriving.

Each day I wake, I adorn my mask
Cover the pain, a most daunting task
I hide deep within my hallowed shell
Puppeteer function, hope none can tell
Pull the crooked lever hinged to the smile
Interact with strangers, another dial
Crank the handle that winds up the walk
Yank on the chain to make the mouth talk
Like a one man band who plays and sings
Work all the complex pullies and strings
Mechanized master, it's become routine
Armoured safe within my tarnished machine

Writhing and grasping in rich delight
Flesh on flesh as ecstasy takes flight
Feeling of pain turned to splendid pleasure
Stimulating touch beyond all measure
Dripping sweat purifies supple skin
Steaming the fire that burns within
With arched back basking in a twisted bliss
Thanking sweet lover for passionate kiss
Placed not on the sweetest lips of wine
But where slightest touch is most divine
Wild rapture feeling rise advancing
Hearts beat together as one dancing
Gaze down upon lover meeting transcendent crest
Then tilted head back with joyous scream from the chest
Release
Breathing deeply, taking each other in
Lovers collapse, reveling in their sin
Trembling bodies abate
Divine union of soulmate.

I thought I had it all figured out...
I knew life didn't always go as planned, yet I became expert at making the most of what was served, and feasting.
I thought I'd filled the void in my heart with such an eclectic array. I know I had, without regret to this day.
I just didn't realize I'd missed a hole, a perfect silhouette of the cliche puzzle piece.
The empty space camouflaged so well amid my life's treasures.
Then I met you, a passer-by, exchanged hellos of mere acquaintance...but then I met you again, and your eyes, looking back at me, reflecting back such a magnificent light.
You, so... So desirable, with such a passionate, heartfelt, sincere, honest, forgiving, accepting and loving grasp on life...perfectly broken.
I could draw for hours, days, eternity tracing and connecting the lines into speechless works of art.
Your shattered pieces glistening, emitting the most elegant aura I'd ever seen.
Foreign to me, such grace from pain.
I thought I'd mastered that, thought...
Until I looked into your eyes, and met greatness.
I found myself lost in gaze with you.
****** into another realm, through twisting wormholes of iridescent glows, contrasting with the pitch black of eternity surrounding...spinning, up then down, left then right, backward and forward...Until I was spat out into an eerily silent crisp white serenity.
There, I was faced with your soul, and I saw myself.
They say there's only one face you'll never meet, and that is your own, yet there we were, face to face.
The missing puzzle piece to the void in my heart that I'd worked so hard to cover.
The eyes are the mirror to the soul?
I found myself in you, and watched as you recognized yourself in me.
Each finding the exact of what was missing, what we needed to find, not a moment too soon, not a second too late, but just as it is meant to be.
Two sets of shattered glass, pieced together, gleaming as the fragments intermix harmoniously, into an intricate phenomenal masterpiece.
And when the darkness surrounds us, melded together we find the slightest sliver of starlight to dance with hope, and light the moon.
And when the light shines, we warm our world, with a most ardent soft glow.
I know now, I see now...
I see you, I see me...
Us, stained glass of broken souls, amalgamated as one beautiful reflection of love.