Frightened sweat drips down. Her beautiful face smiles. Our Blood surrounds.
It’s a simple late night story. One of hate, of love, of you.
we sit in pools of red. our love spent. the fury gone. the knives retired. i love. you love you.
your kiss is sacred. smooth. gentle. soft. a delicate petal which shocks my lips. i need you!
we sit. arched backs redundant. filled with fear, spent with lust. desire burns you see. it screams!
can you see the tear i have from you? can i kiss the cheek you turn away?
how can i ache from the love that you give? or hate from the passion which you deny?
i don’t understand! & the blood runs thin. droplets slow; the perfect form. pain.
the last kiss is beautiful. slow, moist lips, tenderly press. a smile forms. a sigh begins. our hands hold on. press against the naked flesh. deep breath attracts & the world stands back and looks.
the curve of your breasts, so sweet and firm. the shoulder you cry on, worn and true.
but you broke first. your tears told lies.
please let me kiss you again. i want to retake that dream. rebuild it and stand up!
god, please let us love. let us hold on.
but we sit there. our shame and our decay. our hopes broken. the walls deaf to our pleas. our home silent to the pain that flows through our blood to the floor. & we are stuck.
let me kiss you.
let me taste your tears.
please, come closer and hold me! & see that our strength is still here..
but just let me kiss you!
& place your hand in mine.
I love you.
(c) Ed Simkins