Intensive loving of the soul
Dreams flowing like the water spilling through the air.
A cold morning mist surrounds and kisses her gentle skin.
I’m terrified of losing her.
The sacred one.
The special one.
I’ve touched her in so many ways
& listened when her gentle shakes tickled my bones below
Set fire to the fuel inside this mind
My love exudes in stolen spillage.
I held her close & tortured her sacred youth
Dreams filled with passion & the longing of the night
I cry behind her
Tears swelling in the poison which I retain for her.
I’m trapped by this love
Unknown by this love
Fenced in and chained
A secret swept behind the prison door.
(c) ed simkins 2017