Friday, 1 August 2014

Twisted Sanctuary

Streams of fresh steam
Transcend time on musty evenings
When you search my eyes
My clothes and my hair
For dirty fantasies and
Gnarled fears.

We swim into each other
Lust driven epiphanies slapping the shore
When I search your eyes
Your clothes and your hair
For dangerous trips and
Mortifying love-bites.

Lights dancing to the lethargic insects,
Darling I have never been more afraid.
I am afraid of metaphors failing
I am afraid of drought and war
I am afraid of the sound of cracking knuckles
I am afraid of the smoke in our lungs.
I am afraid now that you will tire of my ragged breathing
Leave this sanctum and I will never find you again.



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