Rivulets of pain,
run between the lines
of longing.
A heart opens
and empty promises
tumble forth.
Desire throbs
as passion searches
for release,
yearning for the touch
of lips to melt upon…
but finding only words.
Love should not be such!
Rivulets of pain,
run between the lines
of longing.
A heart opens
and empty promises
tumble forth.
Desire throbs
as passion searches
for release,
yearning for the touch
of lips to melt upon…
but finding only words.
Love should not be such!
Comments
skinner_jennifer | February 5, 2011 - 23:23
Hi threeleafshamrock,
such beautiful words and said with such passion.
I really like this piece.
Thanks for the read.
Jenny.
threeleafshamrock | February 6, 2011 - 10:18
Thanks Jenny and you're welcome
Chris ;)