Kmosii

caged affection.

by Honored Resident Kmosii on 02-06-2012 05:41 PM

Aching

to hold you but

limbs twist refusing

 to fit into this mould

I know your face,

each and every line

I know you 

strand by strand.

My knotted soul

lodged between tonsils

Dying

To hold you,

 smell you,

Crush you.

Touched,

like a dried rose

on the palm of my hand

petal by petal, you are dust

inhaled into these desperate lungs

of mine.
Comments
by Helper on 02-07-2012 02:51 AM

Hot.