Monday, June 14, 2010

R.S.

I feel you too much
bare naked to your touch and promise
beat down by the illusion of a destiny yet awaiting
damned disarming lie of such

your kiss wet upon my lips
that chill brushed lightly from tongue to hips
mocking my will to dismiss you
wash away this stubborn stain with tender tears

then let them dry so that I
may once again return to stone.