while pain is bright
my soul pressed against the wall of despair
where should you go from me that is not already charted on my heart
where should i go from you that i could not feel your skin as my own
my soul holds fast to yours
and i am on fire with you
so i do not hope for less pain, but more
until love's intensity
radiates my being into yours
to live always within the contours
of the soft blue warmth of your eyes
the slow corner of your smile
the sweet wetness of your mouth
No comments:
Post a Comment