I feel the soft
of your skin
against mine
~ tempered,
exaggerated ~
through the veil
of sleep and taste
you
on my parched
lips
when I
wake.
“You are always on my mind”
does not do
justice to
this ache.
You are under my skin.
You are seared to my soul.
You are
the memories and hopes that walk
with me
every
place
I
go.
in absentia
You are
everywhere
but here.
It sounds like he is the inside of your outside.
I have no idea what that means…?
You mean, you can’t make sense of my pieces of thoughts? : ) Your words made me think of the part of you that you can’t see or the image of you on the inside of a mirror that you can’t touch. A part of you, but not tangible to you.
Stimulating, thought provoking, lithely sensuous, sinuously erotic
wonderful write !
“Seared”
Such a perfect word, making something apart of while enduring such pain in the process…
I picture charred flesh – like one from a building explosion.
#iminamood
#offwithhishead
I do hope that someone stays in his “box” for you tonight. Some times I feel like you’re the only one that “gets” my coo-koo-ca-choo world.
#shinyobject
I have my days.
And my nights. Sigh.
Where’s that damned red queen when you need her, anyway? 😛