13th Poem by Broken Muse

13th



Intriguing
The words I spoke to your storm gray eyes
I could look at you all night and still question the comfort
Fascinated by each word as it pours
Seemingly from an abyss that I could not begin to touch
But I try to understand
These words you speak they come so fast
Followed by more so I haven’t the time to react
You uncover my mouth and my eyes
Forbid my insecurities from preventing your touch
And I don’t resist
The thought of possessing you is nowhere in my mind
Thoughts of touch invade
You cater to my inviting energy
All I want is to lay beside you and listen to you speak

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written 2001 in Salem, OR
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