Oct 2016
Swollen clouds of passion
once crashed* across my face
and Fires flared from friction
everywhere your lips did trace
our Chilly fingers sought their shelter
deep in the spaces inbetween
But these spaces, now so spacious
have wicked the warmth from what I mean
And I,
the only audience to your absence,
unable to exist
For you stole from me my *reason;
the anticipation of your kiss.
once crashed* across my face
and Fires flared from friction
everywhere your lips did trace
our Chilly fingers sought their shelter
deep in the spaces inbetween
But these spaces, now so spacious
have wicked the warmth from what I mean
And I,
the only audience to your absence,
unable to exist
For you stole from me my *reason;
the anticipation of your kiss.
My body remembers
