Provide me the space,
To encounter your love.
Is there any reason,
Why I shouldn’t.

Mark the essence of your soul,
On my skin.
Your velvet touch,
Purifies my soul.

You lead me blindly,
You terrify my soul,
You corrupt my mind,
You terrify my thoughts.
Though I’m hanging;

Hanging on a thin thread,
That oversees my thoughts,
Understand my beginning,
And keeps my end away from me.

© 2011
Robyn G Neymour