I have been lost
In your eyes for
A thousand lives it seems.
You weave a spell with every breath
And with lips,
Oh so light,
Leave a trail of fire
Upon
My
Skin.
Between us there is no
Memory
Of beginning.
There is only
Sublime existence.
I have been lost
In your eyes for
A thousand lives it seems.
You weave a spell with every breath
And with lips,
Oh so light,
Leave a trail of fire
Upon
My
Skin.
Between us there is no
Memory
Of beginning.
There is only
Sublime existence.
And now I lie naked.
Naked in the earth.
Everything I have carried
In me,
Stripped from
My heart
And
Removed from my soul.
Washed clean.
And I feel the wind.
I breathe the air.
I taste the dirt on my lips.
I am settled in my skin.
Renewed.
The time has come to
Arise and set my feet gently on the path before me.
Let this new journey
Begin.
To feel your pulse upon my skin
Would surely drive me
Mad.
In an
Intoxicatingly
Beautiful way
To be certain.
To be so close.
To become the air of one
Would be the beginning
Of
Dreams.
And the end of
Fear.
This skin.
These bones
Hold memories
I cannot recall.
Every rise,
Every fall
Are contained
Within.
Every laugh,
Every cry
As the hours
Seemed so often to crawl by.
Every birth,
Every death.
Every hand I have held.
Every sunrise I have beheld.
They
Are alive
Inside me,
Pulsing through my veins.