trace me into yourself
before your throbbing
subsides
let the skin of our skin
not separate with its
consuming desire
and
we will have turned to ash
but enter me with a handbook
of poems, take me like a
conquered land, just leave
me with enough sighs
to bask on the island
that separates
us for all eternity,
linger here, my love.
Comments
excellent, really like this
excellent, really like this poem and that's all I can ask for!
Tim
Anna
just one word to sum up my comment "tantalizing"...