Awashed:

Resounding echoes of a fore lorn touch

crashing through distant corridors

heart felt needs and wants

of a burning desire

to kiss your lips a thousand times

and know they are

as much yours as they are mine

feeling the body be as it is

a burning pyre

my beacon in the night sky

leading me home

to where once again

love heals the distant memories

of a pain long ago

felt as dull as that of a old razor

this is now

and that was then

and scars become veins

bringing fresh blood supply

oxygenating this here body

allowing me to breath

freely once again

in the belief of yet and always

a eternity of your love

keeping me grounded

safe and sound within

~X~