Love, our essence as we breath deep in these human forms.

Love, the energetic gasoline that helps move us to ecstatic pleasures.

Love, the answer to all the problems in the ever shifting world.

Love the force inside a child's laugh and within a mother heart.

Love, the glue that holds people in a connective bond of oneness.

Love, the four letter word of a gift that is what the universe is made of.

StarBG © 2017

she who wanted to be
more
than a pretty face
and soft skin

/

nothing more
than a fading
daydream-
sick

Sometimes ..

I call out your name in the silence
I just want to hear your letters lingering through -
The spaces of echo on my tongue

Through the rivers of blood
Viens of black .. Strings of sound
Through the drumming of my heart
From the expanded depths of my lungs

And it is never about the silence all around me .. Never about my room being pitch black
It is not about the thoughts of missing you .. Neither is it about the thoughts of wanting you back

It's just that sometimes ..

I utter your letters just so I could feel the screeching ugliness seeping through the spaces of echo on my tongue ..

It's how I pinch myself into reality ..

Yes, I'm awake.