Today you took me back to a place I was glad I left. To a time where my footing wasnt sure and my ground was sinking.
Your words reminded me of a quick sand that almost swallowed me up before I grabbed onto my anchor.
I was happy to find my ballast,
A rock that won’t let me fall.
A point so high I was in cloud nine,
To live my dream as reality.
Yet you took that away from me, drowning me in a well of insecurities,
Why would this ghost step out of your mouth to haunt me?
Why would an angel break my heart?
Shattering to pieces what you built.
Opening closed wounds
Leaving me to bleed your words of love and comfort
Loosing the battle with your thunderous silence.
I want to go back to my safe haven
To where you hold me whole and envelop me in the security of your arms.
Don’t let me drown sweet angel.
My tears are gold
Hot and molten.
They are stirred behind
tired eyes and feathered lashes
By the tumultuous feelings of
This unending dryness
Caused by the drought within.
How can this desert go on forever.
Will my golden tears cool into bars?
Will I mold daggers from them?
Will I ever find my oasis,
My mock ocean of relief ?
And will the next tide bring the storm!
Or will it be calmed?
I still bleed from it
Do you recall it?
The cuts along my heart
Never self-inflicted neither deliberate.
Yet they still ooze from constant abuse
The ridges of the wounds form your signature and the scars a tattoo of your name.
Can you still smell it?
The pungent smell of rot
Can you taste it?
Do you remember its metallic taste as you bit into my soul and sunk your teeth into my core taking with you pieces well-hidden and baring them for all to see
Can you hear it?
The beats you forced into submission and rhythm with your constant attack on my senses till my heart beat in tune with yours and all my emotions became a Symphony of your whims.
My deeds a tentative plea
My actions a reflection of your mood
And I recoil at the thought it’ll be less than perfect; off beat
Can you still feel it?
That seizure that tells you we’re connected.
Others have butterflies and sparks
But we’ve felt deeper, known deeper,
Currents of electromagnetic waves
We ignite and we combust
Can you see it?
The blood from our wounds as we hurt. It trickles down slowly as we sign on the ridges of a fresh wound, clothing in anticipation of the healing that’s sure to come.
But for now it seeps.
I woke up to find you near
Standing by the head board grinning
Smiling that smile I love
Wearing your heart in your eyes, lips and essence.
I froze, not believing you are finally here
Screeching I jump into the embrace that’s all mine.
A scent that comes only in my dreams.
A hug I feel through the miles.
A look I’ve mastered between screens and wavelengths is mine for the taking here and now; by my head board.
A jolt of electricity from a touch I’ve come to forget sizzles and zaps me
My closed eyes startle open in shock and the only thing by my head board is the shadow of the moon and the harmattan that zapped me awake when my frozen fingers slid against the bed sheet.
This has become a habit but I am ever hopeful for the reality.
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