Wendy Chymes.... Still Invisible...

I used to be a spinster. Now I guess I am just a sinner. Once upon a time tales from a single mom~ chasing her happily ever after ( and oh I am told, that my story is old) and yet, I still have this to say....

Friday, July 08, 2005

night is falling

night is falling.
night is falling.
time is slipping away.
I
feel you,
hovering just above me,
I linger
in the breeze
of your kiss.
and try to imprint
myself with the memory
of the gentle softness,
of this beauty,
oh the bliss
of this near
exquisiteness.
We are floating like lilies.
together,
drifting into the night.
Sleep lies
at the edges of our souls,
but we push it away,
and cling closer,
dig deeper,
slide under,
dive lower.
We are desperate
with yearning,
I am suffocating
under the weight
of so much
wanting for you.
You thrust me
into the lapping
splashing waves
until my bare back
is hard
against the mouth
of cold porcelain.
Stars hover
like haloed angels
in the black iris ring
of my blue lined eyes.
I need you!
I need you
to push into me,
I need you to push
against me,
I need you
inside of me,
fighting the fires
of a thousand
burning dreams.
You are so silent
Your words
translated only
in the poetry
of my screams.
We are an orchestra of one
we are a majesty unveiling,
we are newly born lovers,
christening one another
with mouths and hands
and seeking tongues.
We are everything and nothing.
Night is falling. night is falling.
and I am drowning.
in your arms.
I am safe again.
I am safe again.
You surface me,
and cling to me,
night is falling
and I am in my place again.
above you,
beneath you,
wherever it pleases you so.
my love, I am home again.
My heart has been reborn again.
the night is falling.
and so am I .
Falling for you
( into you, above you, through you).
night is falling.
night is
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
and so am i.
so am i.

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