Losing a part of oneself creates a strange tactility that gnaws at all of the senses. A well crafted puzzle pulled apart in irritation due to a couple of lost pieces. The full picture no longer matters; it will never be complete.
My acceptance meter is low on cash; I know better than to stay parked for too long.
Perhaps tomorrow I will fire up this pretty vessel and again look lovingly at my imperfect picture.
Am I to fault because you fall from the sky My mind, my heart, my inner soul gave unto your comfort Your beating heart in union with mine Echoing the joyous melodies when bodies are in harmony
Lips thirst upon mine, yet, quenched in the dessert of craved passion Where were your common senses when you asked for the stars My mind gave you the moon My soul you christened as you soared us to the throne of Heaven
Coats of ecstasy caressing our skin Blanketing us in the cloak of rhapsody Tender whispers you speak to my ear Feeling...
~~ ~~~ it remains dark ebon down pressing hard silence holding dominion fisted in a shadowy grip still chilly with a mere bent toward warmth muted noncommittal a mood fraught with clouds somewhere in the unseen distance thunder growls low & menacing fitful lightning slashing lashing across indigo canvas tracing a fading echo of bright across the blindfolded night it's just me two bare feet immersed in solitude waiting for the changing of the guard when morning...