Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2016
Bit and bits of your skin,
every bit of your flesh,
the sweat making it sparkle like slowly dying embers.

Give me access to that again,
notice as my heart flees and grab hold,
pull me back to those arms I once called home.

Do I stay?
Am I still yours?

Remind me what it is to fall,
like the season,
leaves making it to the ground effortlessly,
unharmed.
Remind me what it is to be in love,
to be wild,
to scream and moan,
to drive you mad.

Take me into those arms that once meant home,
hold me like precious sand in the hourglass,
it wont take long before time betrays us.

Do I stay?
Am I still yours?
Ben At93
Written by
Ben At93  Dar es salaam
(Dar es salaam)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems