Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Hopes Upon Low Whispers

I have taken your sex
and created my own world.
Flowing energy deep within.
Waves of emotions and spiritual overtones,
connection to the outer planets,
vast and endless space.
Grounded by something real
this physical plane of flesh and bone,
blood and sweat.
Fear created by unknown elements.
Standing by the river banks,
watching the horizon slowly disappear.
Closing my eyes to feel the wind,
expecting this journey to last.
Carrying my hopes upon low whispers
of me saying your name.

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