Deep breaths.
Clenched jaws.
Two souls split open –
Time's non-existent.
Muscles contract and relax
Under restless hands.
Inhibitions stripped to tunes
As sweet as honey.
Rising peak and slowing pace.
We are slaves of lust and ash
And we have come to play.
YOU ARE READING
lifeline
Poetry"maybe these words we so infinitely and collectively channel our souls' plights, power and yearnings...will save us one day."
