that which begs, screaming, for freedom.... the joy found in heart rend'ring pieces cast askew as fallen leaves before the autumn winds, dancing flight given in each eddy, there is power leashed to a breaking clip, stakes pulling from the ground with each sucessive blow, physical scramble stretching and pulling life and limb to catch what stampedes t'wards the horizon

just out of reach

skimming o'er the tips of spider fingers....... broken feathers black from the tips of angel's wings, a caress burning aching skin to nerve ending super nova

the beg, the crave..... to simply break free

satisfy this hunger

absolve this cratered emptyness

give me your velvet touch once more, fill me as you have in such times I cannot count, there is little life left without you, without your breath at my neck, the quaking pulse between us, I cannot help but tremble at whispered anticipation of feeling you against me

within me

the warmed air spilling past your lips to mine that which carries me, cradling me within the safety of your embrace........ i miss the simple strength you endlessly offer, without so much as a shadowed word, to keep me on my feet

and so easily sweep me off them

please cleanse my self-inflicted wounds, heal me as you can with just a look, midnight's sea where I drift, endlessly, serenely, drowning without so much as a moment's protest