out your name

i don't think you've grasped it.

breaking my own glass ceiling i fly with the clouds
but this extends beyond the stars.

opening my arms out wide, i measure with my hands,
but my fingers are so incapable.

falling to sleep, in the happiest of dreams i pray,
please god, wake me to reality.

calling out your name, i feel the sweetness on my tongue
and i want to swallow you whole.

lifting the sun a thousand mornings, i feel my knees buckle
and i remain weak.

and i still don't think you've grasped it

Reviews

[ashley]

calling out your name, i feel the sweetness on my tongue
and i want to swallow you whole.

that's sexual, that's sexual, that's sexual

[Shelly Araujo]

There is something appealing and sort of mystical about your words and yet I can't quite "grasp" it. Sorry to turn it on you; just teasing you. "-) I like this but I can't grab ahold of something to anchor the words to me, however, you have left me wanting more. I am sensing a talent beyond the smallness of my own abilities. I look forward to reading more of your work.