Oblivious Words

I feel wild desire within a fingertip's touch; Swaying gently out of grasp like majesty in the distance consuming your desperate mind. I see the hope lurking amongst my own shadows; Watching as a bright light journeys through the unforgettable cloth to shine on your precious skin. I hear the twisted melodies; Truth covered in veil as lies conquer in the same likeness. And so my tired ears throw trust down the throats of those whom speak. I smell the ink that rises from these pages, in my wounded effort to heal. But I taste the knots of forgotten love dancing at the tip of my tongue, so I picked up a pen and wrote the words I could not say.