your touch circles my consciousness
your wondering hands exploring
you were here
i felt you
it's a vibration in the air
that leaves tingles in the back of my throat
as my hairs stand on end
it's the electric currents in my veins
the magnetic pull of all that i touch
which draws me in
it's like a shiver down my spine
a hot mist through my nostrils
with a scent and stench
as drool and blood dribbles onto the floor
from the corners of my lips
when i wheeze and cough
and it comes in waves
that shake my knees,
and the flesh that binds me whole
The fire burns
Too greatly for me to handle
Yet I crave it
I am a dust laden untuned guitar in a corner.
Come toward me and wipe away all my loneliness and tune the untuned strings in my life with your warm hands.
Chat with me the way you sing melodiously along with your guitar's melodious tunes.
Beat my fears the way you beat your drums.
Read , understand , remember and love me like your books.
Listen to the noises , voices , whispers and sounds in my silences.
Give me an eternal space in your poetries.
Spent such moments with me that gets carved beautifully on the walls of my memories.
Get lost in my love the way you are into the melodies of your violen and piano while playing them.
Love me above the boundaries of ether.
Embrace me tightly in the arms of your soul and coalesce me within your soul.
And take me away in the ethereal cosmos with you.
The lid of a stained glass bottle,
leaves a burning sensation in my palm.
What was I hoping for?
Surely, this message will wrinkle-
my painful words silently drifting away.
And all that'd be left was my starving soul,
craving to be found one day.
my spry greedy eye
consumes villainous input
(to nurse in this thirsty mode)
beauty is available
today is craving
the new dawn of the future
the end is a hope
Brian Hill - 2020 # 171
We can hope can't we?
tw self harm
I hear its sweet voice in my head
A little cut to calm the nerves?
That.. that sounds reasonable...
Its voice grows louder and louder
I don’t want it!
I’m not doing that anymore!
I won’t do it!
I try to protest
But there’s an ache in my heart
A restless, painful void
And while I know it’s not a solution
I do know it’ll release some pressure....
Make it a little easier...
maybe? maybe I’ll try... just a bit...
Because when it comes to you, I’m craving.