Monday 3 October 2011

Ziplining,
frontlining,
dangling,
my heart in front of you.

Cleaning,
decluttering,
waving off the emotions of my past for you.

Conversing,
inhaling,
exhaling,
connections with you.

Slow, slow, below me,
i'm breathing love,
staring at peace,
wishing bits of flesh in my fingers.

No, no...don't go away,
I hate the pauses between us,
claws in my soul,
sores in my visions of you.

Love will not meet us now,
we can't file it for the future,
we try to savour it mentally in our present,
but it's too far...

You come to me,
I come to you,
there's no respite,
just hunger,
thirst,
rawness,
and a chaos of you and I.

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