untitled as of yet

A Poem by lucid

the exquisite pain of love
forging from deep within
the inner depths of
all that i am
or am ever to become
exploding from me
beyond me and surrounding me
like a shroud of protection
of peace, of completeness
like none i've known before
passionate waves tiding the shores
of my heart, my soul, my being
bursting forth from one touch
of fingers on my skin
disgarding the past
like an outgrown shell
of the woman i once was
becoming everything which
he sees inside of me