Your salt and sweat speak a new language against my own tongue.
The feelings thick and sweet catch heavy in my heart,
Coughing up feathers full of birds that don't know how to sing.
The scent of your pleasure overwhelms the stars
swooning dizzily around my head and about again.
And I fall down, surrender to the world that you deserve to win.
There are no winners or Losers
ReplyDeleteonly a balance
of what was
That never can be
Portraits of How you see
Lines of how you allow ,others to see
Closing the door
Not looking back
There shall never be a
winner or Loser
Oh, wow. You wonderful thing.
ReplyDeleteaww... that is sweet :-)
ReplyDeleteSuch raw, beautiful words you put together! All over this blog I find again poems and phrases that hit me *right there*.
ReplyDeleteQuite appreciated!
ps. your shadow is an interesting read, too!