Rooting Home
She crumbled, exhausted.
Lost to unresponsive paralysis.
Movement limited to deep gasps of breath,
Soul spinning the universe.
She knows not where; a struggle to root.
"For, if I continue, I'll surely die."
On her back, for how long? How hard?
Thoughts replaced by feeling.
His breath. The back of her neck, he slides inside;
Rooting his soul, her's returns home. "This is hard."
"Very hard! Faster, Baby!! Fire, Passion, Love. Bring me home!!!"
-Shane Bowles.
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 10:48 AM UTC
Rooting Home
She crumbled, exhausted.
Lost to unresponsive paralysis.
Movement limited to deep gasps of breath,
Soul spinning the universe.
She knows not where; a struggle to root.
"For, if I continue, I'll surely die."
On her back, for how long? How hard?
Thoughts replaced by feeling.
His breath. The back of her neck, he slides inside;
Rooting his soul, her's returns home. "This is hard."
"Very hard! Faster, Baby!! Fire, Passion, Love. Bring me home!!!"
-Shane Bowles.
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