Road To My Soul

 
Often left my heart and soul ,laced with my emotions tucked in tightly, snug in my bed while my body crawled across the frigid air to bed the night's musings.

Love was a nightmare I cursed and eluded walking empty corridors of broken bottles, shackled walls in walking coma, unlistening but eyes wide open.

Shades were pulled to hold me to my earnings, was a time when I was an ugly, uncaring, brutal person, moving mountains, as I stayed cascading the waves of sex and death, a victim of everything,  a prisoner of my own making.

Words they spoke to parts of me wounded by my troubles, I returned coldness to openness, but fate had all ready started the slow tedious task of unraveling my mistakes and regrets from a web of mangled lifeless ghosts of memory.

He wasn't running as so many before him had scurried like rats at sight of lights, relentlessly punctured my charade of bitterness, uncovering my mysteries with finger tips strumming similar tune.

Bared me so suddenly, granting me feelings thought dead and gone. In opening me I am caving, falling to entangle myself with my soul.

I beg in the heat of something undefinable, everything words fail to explain properly, for another dose of him feeding my starved heart passion, acceptance.

I was fearful of this, though I often dreamed of connection in layers unfolding, the baring in broken, someone loving me wholey.

Kisses placed precisely to each flaw drawing beauty to their form. Fading black skies release torrential rains of stars to dance around our heads leaving us dizzy to the touch.

All once thought to be to burn is what heals my staggering breath, but my knees are weak my love, and I await your arms to hold me to your chest and carry me to where there is no space, no secrets between us two, only a heart built by fates hands pressing you to me as we belong as one and one alone.

You have always belonged....
You are my soul that I hid closely in broken.
What words I spoke from dry cracked lips that waited the life in you to kiss life to my pieces. Fine lines we walk so tenderly over this world, for we are not of this world, but the extraterrestrial life existing on the outskirts.
You holding me, I holding you so tightly, so close.

Your breath is my reason to inhale, taking in the taste of loves scent in my lungs. We are carved from the same stone, built to be pieced together gently by our own artistic hands.

I bare no reason for how simple it was to trust your unknown glance, say for the freedom I gained in giving you a chance. More then a friend, more then entangled forms allowing our demons tussle in sheets, but everything, anything, all that a heart can conjure up.

To say I love you, to say you love me is the logical thing, but to limit our love to words when we are indefinable is to set limits when limits together are endless.

I can only hope mere words can do us a small amount of justice.