By Unchained
Date: 2001 Aug 21
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[[2001.08.21.17.15.1549]]

Sometimes

Sometimes
I can only stand
in the silence
of a room at midnight
an early dawn
a darkened hallway
and let the feeling
of you be
turn
sparkle in me.

It rings of you
of whispered smiles
or the turn of your thigh
as you towel after a shower
or the sweetness
of you
turning
in your sleep.

Sometimes words
will never describe
the things I feel and think
the you that was
and is
and will be
the center of my desires.

Sometimes
the need
of your perfumed presence
silken skin
fingernails on my palm
lips against my face
is the most precious pain.

I long to bathe in you
impale you
surround you
inhale you
devour you
caress you
and live you
as the center
of my world.

Sometimes
the jealous light
paints you
in pastel
impressions
and fail
to show the jewel
of your eyes
the precious diamond
of your soul.

Sometimes
the words fail
and bleeding
with feelings
far too strong
for meer words
I am forced to stand
again
in the silence
of a room at midnight
an early dawn
a darkened hallway
and let the feeling
of you be
turn
sparkle in me.

And sometimes
I wonder
even if the words came
would you
really
understand?