The Untouchable

 

My voice was the price paid putting myself in his shadow. His opinion was heard by the gossip column that sells on the shelves to people that have nothing to talk about themselves.
I was the the speck of dust floating around in the cool breeze of the intermittent air conditioning, present but unseen, the unnoticed it seemed.
It seemed the web of imagination wild and wavering dimmed in the shadows that smothered me in his calused hands to be touched, felt, but silenced at the command of the baritone mistress that stitched my lips together.
My heart beat staggered to stay hidden behind his, trying to find a murmur, a moment, an opportunity to allow its tune be heard.
I was the rose covered in thorns, unreachable lest you allowed your blood be shed. Worthy was I of the battles one must fight to find me in darkness, but few would venture the dark halls that I wandered, fearful...they'd run back the way they'd come, leaving the sliver of hope that lined the irises of my eyes to stare longingly at the trail of  fleeting hearts.
Black sheets behind black curtains stained with tears nobody dared to see.
Cold skin, decaying heart, a soul searching for love in the dark corridors and dimly lit halls.
Restless sheets do little to drown the chill of loneliness that overtakes the silenced.
I was the wind that whispered a watchful eye... always watching, but never seen...the chill of my breath trickles its way up your back to your neck, but the words fall upon the deaf.
I could stew in anger at the worst hand ever dealt or I could haunt your dreams allowing you awareness of my existence, make love to your soul why you watch on the opposite side of the fence with eyes of pleading.
I dream too!! Just as surely as my soul entangles yours in the barred shadows of your mind, your mind strangles me to fall limply in pleasures I can only wait to know.
Ravenous hunger, the starving flesh, the wandering mind...I...
I am the patiently waiting growing impatient, drawing blood to fight to light so that you may see me...your dream... that's always haunted your thoughts has always been hidden where you fear to go...tormented... watching your mind make love to my soul.
I am the love that you want, but fear knowing... the flesh you burn to glide against. You'd die a thousand deaths, wear the scars of battle and I'd still linger....the strange creature you strain to find and forget the same.
My voice hides inside of you when thread comes to sew my lips to your heart, silenced....but in you I'm always heard!
You saw me when I thought I hid, drawing me in your forced left handed ink, depicted me in picture of my thoughts, baring my flesh for you to watch, as I lay chained in torture impatiently waiting your warmth melting away my icy chills.
Labeled me a premonition, the sketch of what was to come, did you know my pen wrote your existence in my life? I saw you before I longed for you....I loved you before you knew me....I''ve wanted always...the untouchable.