Monday, December 23, 2013

louder still in silence

your tender lips, 
when peeled away,
tore my flesh out with them

your hunger,
crushing onto my chest,
a hollow pain,

a crevice where your body lay.

I find the place
dove dove dove
for my soul

perhaps the hole already there
you simply found so fast
and slipped right down.

and now,
its emptiness more pronounced


but still,
the lighter touch remains much longer.

the grazing of your fingertip
along my cheek

lighter.... lighter

curling down my back

weaving... weaving

around my tender neck.

the more you are gone
the more the memory
entangles around.

my breath 
shallow... shallow.

the echo of your touch
is Louder 
still in silence.

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