Lost like me

Have you found your way?

Through darkened skies,

Purpled with the haze of day.

Can you find me here?

Next to littered streets,

wind rippling through tear-stained clouds,

a gray fog of haze; unclear.

Can you feel it?

the deep pulse of time

the pounding surge of the senses

beckoning yours to become mine.

Unattracted quiet. Undesirable touch.

Faith in two fingertips.


~ by shespeakstruth on October 27, 2012.