Nourish

"Drink from me"

...Breathe into my hands,...As if a glass to drink from.

Are you still breathing? Are you still breathing?

 

...Breathe into my hands, As if a glass to drink from.

 

I see you sitting there, with your head in your hands. Such tormented thoughts that plague your mind, How i iwsh i can untwine. My soul carries a heavy burden, I dont like to see the final curtain.

I want to wash thy hands in holy oil, look at you as it slips through thy fingers, as to wash away the sins of the world, to calm and re-nourish you. I rub them as our fingers glide against one another, I feel your soul yourning for mine. Your slow breathing makes me unwind.

 

...Breathe into my hands, ...As if a glass to drink from...

 

let me be the nourishment to your soul.

 

are you still breathing?

look at me...

Reviews

[Drifter]

When I read this I'm filled with many different ideas of what the meaning could be. In any case, this is quite good. I noticed a typo or two, but that's merely a minor detail. In a roundabout way, I've tried to say well done and I like this piece. I'll definately have to check out some other stuff you've written sometime.

[DC Gentleman]

sensual and spiritual... Excellent write..