Dark Muse
01-10-2015, 08:13 PM
Love Is Not Quiet
My body becomes a fractured dam,
water gathers with the first taste
of freedom, no longer content
to be oppressed.
It rages, and rages and rages
while I feel myself on the verge
of bursting apart at the seams.
How can I sit still?
Move through the world
with calm precession?
Scarcely able to breathe
not daring to part my lips to speak
for fear I will only scream and howl
with madness.
It rages, and rages and rages,
there are earthquakes within my brain,
a tornado carried inside,
hurricanes under my skin.
I feel every cell vibrating,
threatening to erupt with singular need,
only your touch can cold me together
with enough pressure to settle the waters
back into place.
It rages and rages and rages,
I want to press myself into you
until I hear my ribs being to crack.
Only then the rage begins
to recede as the tide
called back home by the sea,
but the debris remains scattered
at my feet as a reminder.
My body becomes a fractured dam,
water gathers with the first taste
of freedom, no longer content
to be oppressed.
It rages, and rages and rages
while I feel myself on the verge
of bursting apart at the seams.
How can I sit still?
Move through the world
with calm precession?
Scarcely able to breathe
not daring to part my lips to speak
for fear I will only scream and howl
with madness.
It rages, and rages and rages,
there are earthquakes within my brain,
a tornado carried inside,
hurricanes under my skin.
I feel every cell vibrating,
threatening to erupt with singular need,
only your touch can cold me together
with enough pressure to settle the waters
back into place.
It rages and rages and rages,
I want to press myself into you
until I hear my ribs being to crack.
Only then the rage begins
to recede as the tide
called back home by the sea,
but the debris remains scattered
at my feet as a reminder.