![]() Deeply EntangledA Poem by Kay
How many days do we left together?
One, one hundred?
None?
When they say it's time to go,
how will they pry our hearts apart?
I'm entangled in you here,
arms around your neck, fingers in your hair,
tongue buried in your mouth,
eyes closed in fear that if I open them,
you'll disappear.
I'm talking to you without words,
repeating "I love you" in every tear,
missing you though a thread couldn't
fit between us now.
My only thought is holding on;
my only fear is having to let go.
My greatest pain is the breakage inside my chest;
my only joy is in how near you are.
I try pressing deeper against you,
somehow hoping I'll melt onto your being
and remain there permanently
to be close to you forever.
I can feel you trembling heavily,
swallowing your dreams in hellish ache,
but how do I swallow you?
How do I fight the urge to grasp your hand
and run anywhere?
I don't care where we go,
because when I'm with you nothing else
seems to matter.
Just you and me, and all other needs
are completely, deeply, quenched.
It's not that I forget myself;
I end up loving who I am,
growing like a vine shaped by your
perfect stem, minimizing my flaws,
your embraces fading my scars.
I'm not lonely for the first time
lying beside you, hugging your soul,
wrapping my legs around your waist,
sighing into your veins,
hoping you know you mean the world to me.
I want to be one with you;
I want to tie us in a knot so tight
that after one glance in our direction,
no one would dare to tamper
with our heartstrings.
I yearn to find a quiet place,
somewhere peaceful where there
is freedom to appreciate you
as a best friend, as a soulmate,
to kiss you softly.
To exist with you.
But if we don't get there,
please remember one thing:
if we are ever separated,
if we are torn from each other's arms,
if we never see one another again..I am always part of you. © 2018 KayReviews
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3 Reviews Added on March 11, 2018 Last Updated on March 11, 2018 Author![]() KayUnited KingdomAbout"Some believe it is only great power that can hold evil in check, but that is not what I have found. It is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay. Small acts of kindne.. more..Writing
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