| Written: SEPT 6, 2003 |
A love of the eyes I bear close
to my heart, my soul.
But too painful the eyes turned from me
that I shut mine against agony.
Only to have the insidious visions
that always appear in absence of seeing.
Raging through them I am all but fully lost,
but isn’t that the way with memories?
A midnight reverie consuming in it’s vivid
languid mourning for days past.
A shivering smothers my spine as a cool drought;
sensing presence I tense like a hair raising in fear.
Shutting my eyes against the vision tighter
I simply give in fully and see everything about me
with permeated skin reaching like infinite fingers.
And it all shatters as your fingerprints graze my skin,
sensually soft, teasing pressures, too perfect, to lightly.
