We Dance On The Ground

Nothing really to say to this; not a lot of background to it.

I’m empty, cold, and dead inside,

But when we touch I feel alive.

Your fire burns in all my limbs

As we dance to fallen angels’ hymns.

A spring in my step, but a limp in my leg,

I collapse to my knees, look up and beg.

Beg for what we know I can’t have;

Beg for you to complete my half,

And make me whole.

Fill this gaping hole

That overwhelms my soul,

A soul as black as coal.

Author's Note

I considered adding this as a stanza:
I can feel myself falling apart,
And I need you to hold me together.
It’s so selfish of me to ask,
But can you be mine, forever?

Do you think it fits?

Reviews

[Marty Herrick]

It fits. This has a very Reichenbach feel