one grabs many things,
wanting to be something;
on the path to naught!

When I fell in love
it was like being
on cloud nine.
But I fell a little
too hard.
The cloud was up and
I was not on guard.
Didn't think what if
my heart tumbles
down on the grass.
Will someone grab it
or clench it fast?
Had I thought so
maybe it could still love
like it had.

I stop reading.

I look at these clumsily scribbled words.

I look at these fine print.

And I reach out my hand

to the page

and touch these words

to know

whether they really exist.

I reach out

to grab onto that hand,

so I can come out of water

for a moment,

to take breath

and remember what it was like

to not drown.

For that moment

I keep reading.

I made her feel wanted
when SHE was in need.

Your fingers tell me stories of passion as they tiptoe down my sides. Shivers dance on my skin where your hot breath can't reach.

Can you taste your awakening words, that you gently whisper to my inner goddess? Leave passionate reminders on my body with the sweetness of your kiss and the harshness of your bite.

As I spell out your name with desperate scratches on your back, allow your eyes to forget what is real, and what is a fantasy.

Watch as my tongue speaks the same language as my eyes, and my heart moans the same desires as my mouth.

Seducing your soul,
I exist in you.

What am I now?
Shock! Guilt! Hope!
They, to me, are but distant glimmers of a forgotten past.
Idle grows my weary soul, darkness fills this claw of mine