Ssshhhhhh

I can feel my pulse beating in my fingertips
And taste the faint taste of loneliness with every sip
Of this life I’m drinking
And it leaves a bitter-sad aftertaste in my mouth
Yet, I’m too tired to wash it out
Or maybe I just don’t know how

In the night my body hums
A melancholy song only sad people know and hear
Waiting for him to put his finger to the mouth
Of my body
Ssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
No more humming. I’m here
I’m here

With each ache
Each drop poured from cheeks
That are damp far to many nights
The clock ticks
And I resist
Impulses to settle
For less than perfect

Reviews

[Emily Feret]

I love your work! The way it flows is amazing. It reminds me of the the band Fun for some reason, I hope you take that as a compliment

[Praiser]

how can i when my pulse is SssHHHHHHHHHHHH DEEP METAPHORS 3 -D

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

the sensual layering is superb~ satin metaphors open the scene of the heart and the skin wider with every curving line~

[Celeste21]

Thank you :) Tsk tsk tsk smh* No batteries were used in the making of this production. lol. It was just figurative language. But yes do read in between the lines b/c it is more about longing for a lover than sexual desire.

[Jason]

Let me first say welcome back! Secondly awesome write and yes I read in between all lines. I'm about to invest in batteries!! Just saying