Love Letter From the Soul Ii
My Dearest Confidante,
my eyes sting as these words stumble
from blue to red
evaded and veined
long put off to bed
holy, I'm not holy, in this sanctum
come baptize me in blessed waters
rolling off your moon
or is it my sun
the place I belong to be
where I bleed
restless, I've become restless in this storm
igniting an empty sky
no fear, no cry
hours long for your touch
seconds turn into years
greying, decaying
where is our simple breeze
our pathway to harmony
my soul screams
yearning to be kissed/caressed
thrown out into the water
bathed in your honeysuckle
head after head
turning
looking, wanting
promises put forth
past a reckoning
our beckoning to be
let's be
I'm coming home
to set us both free
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