sarah*aka*s*k*
Bluelighter
To Matthew.....
Your fingers feel soft, around my heart, and sometimes cold.
Can you feel the wetness of my blood
as it floods the rough skin of your palms with poignant desire
as you constrict your hold?
It is a fiery battle
that we have forced ourselves among
as brave and foolish as each soldier
who has stood this ground before us.
I struggle to keep you close to me
for my protection
although,
I am stronger on my own.
The strength of your attack
is your defence,
and weakens me,
such that I have not been so before.
Happiness plays hide and seek
in the solemn shadows
that have fallen on your heart.
I clasp it
gently, in my hands
and embrace it with my palms.
My lips taste
your blood
as I kiss it,
and upon it breathe
the joy of my love for you.
We are, though
with my heart in your hands
and your heart in mine
not truly understanding
of each other.
For it is not the taking
of hearts
that makes the soul rush with love and life,
it is in fact more prudent
to be giving.
And with the way you are pushing me from you
I am scared that
if you don’t let go
you will tear it out.
Intertwined, our lives,
and blood, and hearts
fuel heated moments and passion
much more deeply than I have ever felt
Underneath my skin
you surround me,
I know the lingering awareness of your presence
like a friend
who’s touch comforts
as much as it torments.
To control it
I must surrender to it,
and let go of you,
so that I might
keep you longer.
Take your heart back into your hands
and give me mine
and I shall then be free
to give it back
and willing to receive
yours
if you still wish to give.
------------------
"Always give a stranger a chance, because if you don't they will always remain a stranger."
S(x)K(tn)
Your fingers feel soft, around my heart, and sometimes cold.
Can you feel the wetness of my blood
as it floods the rough skin of your palms with poignant desire
as you constrict your hold?
It is a fiery battle
that we have forced ourselves among
as brave and foolish as each soldier
who has stood this ground before us.
I struggle to keep you close to me
for my protection
although,
I am stronger on my own.
The strength of your attack
is your defence,
and weakens me,
such that I have not been so before.
Happiness plays hide and seek
in the solemn shadows
that have fallen on your heart.
I clasp it
gently, in my hands
and embrace it with my palms.
My lips taste
your blood
as I kiss it,
and upon it breathe
the joy of my love for you.
We are, though
with my heart in your hands
and your heart in mine
not truly understanding
of each other.
For it is not the taking
of hearts
that makes the soul rush with love and life,
it is in fact more prudent
to be giving.
And with the way you are pushing me from you
I am scared that
if you don’t let go
you will tear it out.
Intertwined, our lives,
and blood, and hearts
fuel heated moments and passion
much more deeply than I have ever felt
Underneath my skin
you surround me,
I know the lingering awareness of your presence
like a friend
who’s touch comforts
as much as it torments.
To control it
I must surrender to it,
and let go of you,
so that I might
keep you longer.
Take your heart back into your hands
and give me mine
and I shall then be free
to give it back
and willing to receive
yours
if you still wish to give.
------------------
"Always give a stranger a chance, because if you don't they will always remain a stranger."
S(x)K(tn)
