Day 16 and Counting

As our time draws near, my heart and soul grow so restless. Its the sort of restlessness that creeps upon me, carefully edging itself under my skin. Pilot, I long to sleep beside you, nestled into your back ~ the way spoons cradle each other. I want to feel your skin next to my cheek as I drift off to slumber, and I want to drape my arm around you and squeeze you close to me.

stranded hope ~ written 4.08.06

sterile and empty
this feeling here -
without you -
inspire me, you do
my precious lotus

demonic --
my longing for you
to touch your incandescent flesh
to taste your velvet lips
to feel the effervescence
of your fingertips

i crave you, lotus - my drug
to see you, my flower --
burning dark eyes and
that face ... startling grace, and
so alive, it consumes itself
demonic longing ...


ps ~ i have no clue who lotus is .... just some character i made up.