Your hands are posed up in front of your body,
as if you are warding off bad things.
But your face is waiting.
Fingers come up to meet yours,
weaving themselves around you.
They are my own.
Our palms press against each other,
a fire igniting beneath us.
The white blue flames licking our toes.
How can a simple touch
feel so rewarding?
I lean in so the tip of my nose grazes the stubble,
stiff, but I can still feel the softness of skin
below your jaw.
I want to take that skin in between my teeth
and ****
and make you want me more.
But this isent about ***
No, this is so much more.
I inhale that intoxicating scent.
A scent that can't be described as anything but you.
Just a simple smell, so intense
that it wraps its self around my chest
and squeezes, until I release my breath.
Unable to hold on to it any longer.
Your arms move around my waist
and they are pulling me in closer.
But im drifting.
Blackness is consuming you
while my ears are perking,
ajusting to a horrible high pitched noise.
I roll over,
shifting under my stiff cold sheets.
A green 7:00am flashes in the dark
as I embark on another day without you.

Whether wind speaks
In the minds of mad men,
Shall we ever know?
To be mad is to know, and
Knowing is no longer mad.
Therefore who are we to judge,
Smudge the fact
The sun can speak,
Warmth upon your cheek is simple,
Carve the shadows beneath your dimples.
Tell a tail of love so sweet,
Whether wind speaks to me
It seems it's so...
Long that I've been close to you,
Heard your voice, and I've come so close to blue...
Skies can make you smile
While endorphins, been forced in through snow white clouds
Can shroud your beauty,
I just don't know how.
I feel as if I'm floating, sinking
Deep beneath the sea it seems
I wonder where upon my dreams,
I'd understand this world,
Or am I mad to dream of dreams.

Sometimes words sit screaming inside a chasm
asking, “where are you”,
like a nightmare intimately breezes
from a cage fashioned for anyone
it recognizes first.

On the coldest of nights you can see their pain
in lines that make you close your eyes
for reasons
that you may not want to know.

Running takes you nowhere
when words scream out “I want you”
then entwine themselves
around the flesh
of your pen.