I crave

If you wash my body in the water, am I home?
I've been looking at myself alone, I like the reflection better.
I am bound to see my skin dissolve, Do you love me?
Yes, I'd say go get her.


I feel a story running on me most days,
when I sleep it burns off and my characters;
wandering in dismay can't find their way back to
a plot that is lost. I never even knew where
they appeared to begin with, but I miss them
and crave their familiarity. I crave their bite
of sincerity and a whisper of negativity in my ear.


I'll slow down while I remove my clothes,
don't touch me, just take me home.

Reviews

[JMaster1]

I love your style , beautiful

[joshua deathdealer]

Simply beautiful. Your very talented.

[Lily Mae]

This is phenomenal.. x

[Cicera]

My craving for some sincerity brought me here eventually. And maybe with such readiness I delved into these lightly and simply phrased lines knowing from what I sensed the depth that I would reach if I only let myself seek it. That is how then I begin to see and hear poetry in what appears to be irregular, insequential and not so lyrical. I find this writing very emotional and lacks much to my liking a certain perplexity that I found in the older writing that I've read of you. Where anger-or certainly something else that does not come to me now as a word-led me at the time into attempting to connect the pieces and reestablish what I could get out of the story, this much natural and relaxed tone here made me equally freer and abler to flow where it would take me today.

[celyn]

I'm glad you're back. This is wonderful and more. It feels as though I am being taken into another world by your poem, until the last few lines where you crash me back into reality.
'don't touch me, just take me home.'
...perfect.

[Hedra Helix]

Whooo, this part makes me want to stage a return, just to hang out. ;)

You're fresh girl.

"I feel a story running on me most days,
when I sleep it burns off and my characters;
wandering in dismay can't find their way back to
a plot that is lost. I never even knew where
they appeared to begin with, but I miss them
and crave their familiarity. I crave their bite
of sincerity and a whisper of negativity in my ear. "

Let me repeat, whoooOOO!