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Sometimes Words Are Not Enough
sometimes when love
blossoms so deep
bursting like roses blooming
pink and unfurling
it carves a place within your soul
(etched in rich red blood)
how difficult it becomes
to describe the desperation….
aching and pulsing
this gorge…this ocean…
this vast distant space….
yet your rough hands
palm my hollow cheeks
gently as a flowers touch
and your mans lips
taste the waiting berries
wet and wanting
the clouds you toss me too
white and pure and iridescent
I fly sometimes higher
than these human wings
were really ever meant to allow
I am tossed on wind
rain filled and driving
whipping and wild
yet so sunny and warm
soft and like feathers
wrapped up in arms
strong and invisible
yet naked and alone
it plummets me
into eyes that mirror my psyche
into a heart that rages out
a rhythm I can hear
and a beat that I can dance too
in bare feet with daisies
tucked inside my hair
(free to be me)
in moments when only you
can fill my body
with this drug of euphoria
raw and wrenching
but soft and clenching
how you move me
I am a giddy little girl
yet a lust starved woman
standing in the middle
of rain soaked streets
waiting for your body
to cinch with my own
pressed and needy
my lashes are wet
and my hair is lashed
with stormy downpours
and you shred me……
then rebuild and remake me
in these helpless moments
of being in love
small hands floundering
my heart just pounding
a thrumming tattoo
and a refrain of your name
on repeat whimpering
yes….sometimes words
just cannot do love justice
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