southern tea spiked with sex
spilled slowly like kisses from your sweet mouth
droplets scattered, my childhood on the floor
while i searched for answers
in the cracks in the wall
there's a hole through my chest
or perhaps my ribcage is shrinking
smaller and smaller, i'm sure of it
because i can barely breathe
i'm diving straight through you, and i'm lost
press your skin against mine
and let me taste forever in your eyes
3 comments:
wow there is allot to comment about in this poem, several images and thoughts come to mind; namely the loss of the individual as they merge into one chaotic being; there is a fear and hesitation to it, because our ego is us, without it we have no identity; and yet the narrator is looking past her fears, her insecurities and doubts about the future...just to feel like a connected being for one moment. it is a terrifying and beautiful thought.
Thank you, Mike... I feel like you really got this one. Awesome :)
:) no worries
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