our dreams are all guillotines waiting to fall...

[rmm22]

i can not find my words.
maybe you can feel
this restless
this listless
this knot of
anticipation

i am walking
striding through sunlit pavement breaks
striding through your
memories
striding through
your fingers
your face
your eyes
your whispers

i cast a sidelong scene of misery
resting upon your brow
resting upon your love
resting upon your home
sadness on your lips
your mouth sour

promises
never consummated
promises
never greeted with
more promises

chase chase
run

i crave a sensual scene.

moonlight would be the illuminator of our desires. cast across an ocean i would slip into you and we'd rock upon the waves until the slow muffled drum of heartbeat feels like home upon our skin. we would crash into eachother, crash upon eachother, happen onto one another until the feeling was of one story, the words were of one thought from one passionate mind. hands guiding the intellect. pouring over one another. an endless region of possession, longing, separation, and rejoining...torn at the seams of love...aching to bind back to one another. we'd spend our nocturnal hours counseling the slow sound of our anticipation. the rays of tomorrow come like the rebirth of our souls. intwined. rewind.