whisper

Random thoughts race some nights.  Ramblings that need desperately to be shouted across pen and paper,  yet still hide behind the ink.  Im afflicted... joyous, torn, put back together, broken apart, softly kissed and beaten down.  I am holding onto a spinning rope, and its on fire.  I am flying forward, yet running backwards.  I am going blind in a world full of his brightest colors.  Colors that make my heart sing.  Colors that have set me,my own sky, ablaze with my colorful stars swirling around the base of my neck, where his energy lives in my body.  protecting him from the silence of my soul. i keep his taste on my tongue.  our sweat and nectar pulse through each other.   It spins us into a single intertwined dance with words made of razors and roses, that have cut through the layers of my darkness, yet he holds back the light.  Casting me into silence and the whisper of these thoughts to my own heart~