Monday, July 7, 2014

I shiver at the wind
Because I don't know your touch-
Would you graze me so soft
That pain echos after,
The down of it setting
My nerves into panic 
Like a stiff breeze
On a bad day?
Or would you press so hard
I ripple and flush,
Purple and then green,
The ooze of contentment 
Grounding me to wherever 
You feet have taken us?

Driven mad by feather pains
And driven deep under your weight,
And yet untouched, unlonged 
Un brushed by consideration,
I lock away what I cannot bleed
Out unto a page.

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