Under The Smouldering Rubble Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Under the smouldering rubble I saw heaven at first sight
An insomnia of lust that's found its way into love
A slave lost in the ways of commands
One to love
One to need
De-found by the way your hand defies gravity with each touch that caresses my face
Once could we agree that your all I ever wanted
Share yourself in ways that only you keep to yourself
Suddenly night no longer fears the day
No longer the oblivion that craves addiction, but one that comforts
Just as that little bug that's seductively drawn to the light
Resurrected in the sight of your eye
Not knowing anything but the touch of your scent
Not really sleep
But not really awake
If I did have a prayer I'd name it you
Softly speaking your name into existence
Paraphrasing desire with such need
Becoming paraplegic to a philosophy that is you