Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Message

My love
In the echo dark, I have an alertful slumber
Blood rushes to my fingers as I reach
You seem so attainable, adjacent to my thoughts
Your essence is present for the slip of a second
My body deaf for so long,
I don't even breathe
Transfixed, as to not awaken you
You are an caribou in the plains
Hushed beating of my pulse
Plush pine leaves mute my footsteps
My manner crave to approach you
to caress the soft exterior
it breathes your vulnerability
My palm seconds from the body heat
My love
you occupy the chasm within my salty grip
My love
when I awaken
you are cold and silent
absent from the fullness
miles away
I have always been empty
But my fingers cannot cease to extend
aimed for my love.