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Feb 2013
person 1*                                                       person 2

My heart stopped    
                                                                      My heart stopped
Reaching for Reason                                 I found only treasonous attempts of my breath
                                                                      I was hooked
Line and Sinker

and I sunk                                                and I sunk

Down to depths                                        only Sigmund theoreticized about
His eyes                          
                                                                     Her smile
begat me                          
                                   ­                                 grappling my mouth
Yet still I flew
                                                                     Free from pain, filled with euphoria
Delirious, hungry, I questioned
                                                                    Is this real?
His flesh?
                                                                   Her lips?
Together our vessels rocked   and moved as one
I still questioned the horizon
                                                                     looking for the morning, hoping
he wouldn't see
                                                                     my minute disguise defiled
Is this real?
                                                                      My heart still stopped
Reaching for Rhyme

                                 We navigated the waters
                                       *only with time
Britta
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