Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2013
my strange abyss
   my muscle asylum

i breathe you in
   like the moon
       breathes in the tides

do not send me to my doom

take my pitiful offering
   and look upon me
     with favor

let me reside
   in your heart

i want nothing
   more than
      to bend my ear
         to your voice
            alone

quickly...
   the days
      are growing
short

i am covered
in
   copper
         bliss
       see my
  metallic
shimmer

and lead me
into the woods
a m a n d a
Written by
a m a n d a  42/F
(42/F)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems