"Scorpio Falling" - 8/20/11
the truth is right now
I have very little interest in knowing
what you think
that may sound cold but
trust me angel its the opposite
melting with openness
heat's memory searing
through me wailing one question
what do you feel
what do you feel not how are you
not what are you doing
not how was your day
I wonder from that sacred place
naive people call soul if you miss
my touch or if the prospect
of a single kiss seems as
ascendant to you as it does
to my fingertips aching
to trace your lips
and everything else I can't see anymore am I lost
what do you think
lust is a prison an albatross
I had wings for weeks I flew as a free
as dandelion fluff
now I'm wretched with thirst
my mantra almost rhymes with "enough"
oh love oh love oh love