Creep into my life like Autumn; run the greenery through
with vibrance in the foreshadow of spring.
You slip between my ribs, sink into my heart with the
familiarity of a ghost.
You feel like everyone I’ve lost; too old to be good enough
to die young and too young to be a villain, too kind to stifle your heart.
Make me want to hear your voice, to feel your heart race
against mine in her dark glory.
How dare you wake that demon.
The sleeping beast that haunts my past, that stains my
present as I ache to rush into the kindness.
Ache for the kindness to wash away the cruelty, rush
against your lips like water in the desert, an oasis of the skin.
No comments:
Post a Comment