Mar 14, 2016

Your Voice



How is it that a mere thought of you can change my seasons

and the cage of your embrace change my concepts of freedom

your voice floods my veins with gushing blood, thick, sticky and hot

I have so much to say to you, I have nothing to say to you

my useless words shoot aimlessly, noisily in the corners of my

vast unbounded love, and bounce back to me.. defeated.