in the quiet
I’ll remember
a hundred lifetimes
with you
fallen cherry blossoms
and my breath
stolen like summer
the forever bereft
fantasy
forged and fraught
beneath fingertips
of ecstacy;
lips
of sorrow
the truth of hearts
running nowhere
but here
the shadow
of your voice
slipping like rain
the sound
of your feet
in the wet distance
and something of
your ample body
and wide embrace
lingering like a nebulous
of violent/violet dream
across the broken/blue
horizon of my soul
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 10:47 AM UTC
in the quiet
I’ll remember
a hundred lifetimes
with you
fallen cherry blossoms
and my breath
stolen like summer
the forever bereft
fantasy
forged and fraught
beneath fingertips
of ecstacy;
lips
of sorrow
the truth of hearts
running nowhere
but here
the shadow
of your voice
slipping like rain
the sound
of your feet
in the wet distance
and something of
your ample body
and wide embrace
lingering like a nebulous
of violent/violet dream
across the broken/blue
horizon of my soul