Broken pieces of our shattered lives
are packed away and forgotten
like unwanted items in the attic.

Hidden inside a box that holds the crushed dreams
and un-kept promises of more hopeful times.

Near the torn bag of trust and the other miscellaneous emotions
which once held meaning in our lives.

How convenient to hideaway our mistakes and bad choices
or to stow away the things that once gave us joy,
but now only collect dust on a shelf.

We live by the rule out of sight out of mind,
more willing to discard than retain,
easier to forget than to feel pain.

Only to one day realize
there is no more room to store those unwanted memories
and we are force to go through them and remind ourselves
of who we once were.

Listen closely
As I breathe words of desire
Into your eager awaiting ears
And fill your head with visions of lust

Focus on my eyes
As I transcend love and truth into your being
While I taste your moist lips
And savor the aftertaste of your wanting

Lean towards me
As I slowly inhale your essence
While my soul feeds your hunger
And we devour one another's desires

Touch my skin
As the heat from our fevered passion
Ignites the sultry air around us
And we burn like white hot embers
In a bed of our fiery pleasures

A gentle soul that once,
Trod well, worn paths,
Laid down by matriarchs past.
Now just,
Brittle bones baked by a searing heat,
Bleached beyond a perfect white.
Here lies the last elephant.

© Nick Strong 2014