Fall To Me
Wind stream rider high in flight
Far beyond espy steady
Searching clouded obsidian
Peaks of loss and desire
Held closely to my sanity
Erupted in fears adrenaline
Rushing through feral blaze
Carrying that scent within epitome
Stilling me trepid emptiness drains
Into this eddy ripping my voice
Roaring passion inside echoes
Off my skull where solace blankets
Covering bodies waxy marring
My features hiding my dishonor
Whitewashed shame of lasting hope
Carried behind an icy azure
Suavely cold and hotly fevered
Illusions I carry eyes skyward
Probingly closed stifled straining
Catching your voice as you descend
From the heights of Daedalus down
Will I lay my ardors last vigor
Of a promise of eternal love holding
You close as you…
Fall to me.
Copyright © Charles Fuller | Year Posted 2006
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