Sweet Surrender
The endless aching sobs
of the whispers of rain in the storm
pierce my trembling heart
with a slow devouring languor
that only you can soothe
Suffocating
pale with longing
when the midnight hour tolls
I drown in memories of you
your touch
your voice
your eyes
and I weep
with unbearable sweetness
yet I surrender
carried helpless
on this wild warm wind
scattered here and there
like a dead leaf in storm
but burning
alive
forever yearning
to fall back into you
Copyright © Kabutha Paul Hempstone | Year Posted 2026
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