On the wind...

We are two towering fortresses

surrounded by deep moats

full of beasts  

heavy toothed and ready to devour.

I toss rocks at your window 

against the bitter darkness

over buttressed walls made of thick

impermeable stone   

trying to clear your battlements

...in vain. 

But on the winds, with whispers

that can reach through

the chink of your armor,

I send you

words,

and touch

the sweet

cowering, precious

reaches of your battered heart

the place of your longing

where with your guard laid down

you are naked before me

letting my smokey fingers

breathe over you

like a ceremonial fire

that cleanses

a broken warrior.

And as quiet

as a heartbeat 

this misty union seeps

like a vacuum into space

and we are safe again

inside our castles

built

of stone.

Reviews

[sithlordjp]

This is timeless... it could occur right now... a thousand years ago, or in a distant future... your words travel far... Wow!

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thank you kindly!

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Very visual! "... my smokey fingers ..." The image of smoke, creeping up and all about someone's being is VERY descripive ... and that that touch ... like the smoke ... dissipates into the heavens.

VERY nice work.