The Picture At Bed

I feel my shaky breath building,
my lips quivering,
and images flash through my mind like an electric wave,
keeping awake at night,
and begging for sleep during day.

All I ever wanted,
was to curl my head between your pale neck,
and soft shoulders.

And now, waves spinning as the world falls,
chaos the last resort for the simple minded,
I see your shadow against the wall,
and wonder if you really existed.

I know you see me, see my panting after you,
someone who I don't even know,
someone as mystical as the Gods,
and as silent as death,
Which you are.

Published September 02, 2010 Write a comment
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