jolted

 

 

 

she steals my words from me

i have no breath and cannot breathe

 

instead i pant, feel, and hope i don’t sound derranged

fumbling over sounds that release from my throat unwanted when

she does this thing I can’t describe.

like a beat. a drum. steady strum strum strum strum strum strum strum.

i feel like an instrument.

this muscian playng strings on me so masterfully….

…. you move me as if I am a piece of art…

Am I your only masterpiece?

my arms wet and slick like the oils I paint with, and you

haven’t touched me yet nor I you.

you dodge my hands and i want to go to places and sides and venues

i havn’t discovered yet. wanting you to breathe as heavily

and I do when you are so close I can taste your air….

you breathe for me.

i am alive back from the still and the dead…

i want you here with me so much there’s screaming in my head..

and then a sweet melody your words sing to me.

 

I calm down. At least for the moment anyway.