Fear.. it keeps me at bay, to still bite on the bridle of the bit that keeps drawing you closer to me. Words never account for much, not when a person needs to feel the touch of the other to know where the words are emerging from...

Haunting to be Wanted

Close your eyes to the open window,
Before you; after you
Feeling the softest lure
Tempting and captivating
Considering the holes in your emotions,
Tearing your heart apart

From lips silently seducing you
Whispering
Your deepest secret
Hidden desires
Pulling your mentality to deeper depths
Scratching and crawling

Feeling too much,
Mortified of the outcome

Close your eyes to the morning
Open your heart in the evening
Opening your arms
To the stranger
In your room

And the love is real
As the day is known
As the night is black

Feeling the wings on your fingers
Tickling your senses
As you try, and try to balance
Never knowing
My Sins
Beneath my ecclesiastic skin
Knowing you’ll never be the same

Dreaming of divinity
In, and out of you
Lost in your own eyes
Still haunting to be wanted