Will You Breathe For Me?

Fears thrust upon the darkness, and the divine taste of despair rains. When the flowing dust of secrecy clears a stare ascends, and rest expires. A Sigh crawls down my cheek- Drips into a puddle, at the hollow of my neck, and trembles down my spine. Words climb off of a lanquid tongue, pouring into me, as a velvet waterfall; and the want hints at my moist lips. Knowing viens cry at the returning fires. Needs deeply sown, bleed; And Night remains blind, as I slip into your hands. You've seduced my thoughts, eaten away my sight, and plagued me with ignorance. Limbs will become limp, my mind lost along the path of yesterday. Lungs will flood with esctasy, my eyes painted with dreams replacing reality. Lips will part lifelessly with reverance, my soul is lost from my body. ((I've forgotten how to live.)) You've stolen my life away, will you breathe for me?I don't know if this will make as much sense to readers as it does to me. I've written it about the fact, that sometimes when I think about something I want enough- I forget to breathe. And I told someone once, that when I make love for the first time, I don't want to remember to breathe- for then I'll know how much I want them. Corny I know, but yeah. In the poem, I want them, even though I know I shouldn't (I know it's not real for them, it's only lust.) Written October 19th, 2001 © on Oct 19 2001 03:48 PM PST   18 • 0 • 1