Whisper in the distance from trees
Sound drips excitement upon my earlobe
Vast emptiness expires solid remembrances of the last time I kiss her face.
Floating idealistic images of the love I knew to rebirth anew
I awake hopefulness to tarnish the pain that has taken her place.
Memories drum flashbacks of her kisses across my forehead
I am lost until this void is destroyed air pockets of these emotions parade across my bed and rumbles of feeling awaken me dead.
I stencil the energy which consumes me colorless, erasable, expandable.
Pressure heavy feet like bricks stains of lips weaken my hips and yet with pictures that whisper I am fruitful with its kiss.
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