Sunday, March 14, 2004

Flesh
Pink flesh pulled apart
Gently spread to expose
Breath lodged in the lungs
Rhythmicly circling hips
Pressing closer, oh so close

Melodically shifting
Not spoiling the moment
Taking it all in on a sigh

Pressure accumulating
Pint up, ready to explode
Higher and higher, taken back down slowly
Wave after wave
Never reaching the peak

As my head hits the pillow
The tears begin to fall
Perched on the edge
Sliding over
down my face they trail
Curled up
Outside of your reach
Fading back into fear
Quivering from the solitude
No longer in your embrace