Waiting To Feel
Crashing winds pierce my flesh –
break my fall.
Siphon me out of breath –
collapse my lungs.
Yank my body whisk your hold –
crush my bones.
Scratch across my delicate mind –
leave me torn.
Blast into my lifeless eyes –
make them burn.
Wring through my ears, blaring sound –
rip my drums.
Infuse my veins, something real –
open this heart.
Remind me that I still can love –
tear me apart.
Winds be my friend, in the dark –
when I am alone.
Cradle my head when I’ve lost hope –
penetrate this soul.
Hold my hand, ’cause no one is there –
we’ll dance till dawn.
Breeze through me, churn a light –
stir dissimilar forms.
I’ll whisper to your breathy flares,
capture my tears.
Suck them in the waft,
of your gusting blows.
Give them purpose,
bring tender drafts –
thriving of peace.
Collect my arms in a rush,
cultivate in deep –
I will glide upon my pains,
refreshed through weeps.
Winds brush over me,
in your mystical heaps.
Gather me in the clouds –
sensations pulsate and seep.
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