that resounding presence and that mist,
you can't hide in my mind, and it is you
I scour, and I
try to hold so dear in my hand
I don't know anything anymore.
It is your presence
and your lack of
and sometimes I don't know what to think anymore
Sometimes I feel you touch my heart,
And sometimes I can imagine you,
curling around it, caressing, and your eyes are closed
and you're back is bare and you touch your feather fingertips to it's glow.
And you breathe into my heart
and I feel yours through your presence
And sometimes I wonder where you are.
Where you are
Where we are
where are you?
It is a gentle decent
A build up;
it is a clog of hormones and emotions, a corked
vein to my brain and a silent killer.
I am bidding my time,
scratching tallies in a granite wall with bloody fingernails,
Waiting for the give-way.
I don't understand, love,
Why it must be this way.