...To Far From Me...

Your fingers of fire,

Your infinte wisdom,

You're cut jaded,

from a different cloth.

I could almost go there,

thoughtlessly,

crash into you.

and love you, broken-

broke down  and writhing

your lips that brush and bruise,

your kiss that burns away,

behold the sweet scars on your arms

and in your wonderful eyes.

watch the lusty lids slide closed

you shine for me,

forsaken, I feel it-

enthrailing and hellish.

Your skins delicous warmth,

your nails that bite at flesh.

I could almost go there...

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

You have such a profoundly moving, fresh voice that expresses vivid imagery in each line and twist of phrase. Here you build a moment of indecision, of wanting... so well done...

[Sorry Infamous]

ya, I'm not going to lie to you... I don't know how to punctuate this one yet.

[DavidRyan]

Wonderful. I'm going to see what I can do to be the first to always post a comment. And I best not be the only one. You deserve all the literary love in the world. You're way too good to not get credit and I know that everyone that reads your stuff agrees with me. Did you purposely leave out the apostrophe at the "Your skins delicious warmth" part? Just curious. Either way, this is brilliant. You're brilliant.