And if I could...
I wonder what it would feel like... and if it would bring
relief to touch you, rhythmically ... to slowly close in on
this space between us; surrender whatever innocence
you hide within those perfect, unspoiled eyes.
And from a distant landscape, I feel you breathing in
almond'esque shades, as you— a sorrow-cloaked rogue
imbued by myriad of stars, travel the ages of my
tattered, worn heart.
Because I've sought comfort in nameless obsidian
arms... searched for solace in anonymous dark,
my hands digging to unearth some sort of sentience
within my suspended
d i s c o n n e c t i o n . . .
gutting stars from blood,
in driftings of opaque emptiness
I have tasted
at the pit of my mercurial soul.
This sorrow I hold, if it can be undone
might be undone at your graceful hands.
But you're too flawless for the embrace
of a woman like me... and I am an anxious
silk of twilight, longing...