Sometimes, when I step into the murky waters of memory, I wonder if it’s possible to get back a thing that once was lost. If love, once spilled, then abandoned, can be revived in the heart of its birth. If passion can still flow in blood now cooled from neglect and forgetfulness. If lovers, who…
You touched me in placesI thought cold and weakDead blackened embersNever to be revivedYou ignited a sparkFed an aching hungerCreated an achingInsatiableWantingScreamingA fire now burnsA raging heatScorching the wiresThat connect my body electricAn unbearable weightNow burdens my lightnessHands clawing at the rawnessOf my open woundsHave I been carelessIn waking this need?Asleep once upon a timeContent…