You are my problem The hurdle of razor-sharpness I must blindly clear Or get cut Bad Your are my problem The ever-flowing sands of Time I must outrun Or get snowed under By falling grains In airless glass © 2019 Shirley Siaton. Please do not take, repost or distribute in any form without express written
I feel my heart steaming towards you I am wrought with the flames Of passion Consuming me ‘Til I am nothing more Than smoldering ash I feel my body steaming towards you I am drawn without resistance To your fiery seduction Burning deep into me ‘Til I am nothing more Than trembling desire I feel
All alone In the silence Of endless thoughts Poured onto an empty page. The distance: a wall of Isles, rocks and foam Travelled on by Despair; Breaking through. As blood pools On the scrunched forehead-skin, The Soul had long since Been lamenting Chipped away By Time and Blindness. In the other world It yearned to
Spun me around in circles; I took much out of nothing that was already there. An emptiness once filled to the brim with everything that mattered. A wholeness I swore would never break. Then again, you came and shattered it all and made me seek what I am. © 2019 Shirley Siaton. Please do not
The light bounces and rolls off in slivers. I stand cowering at your brilliance. There’s nothing to shut it out so I stare and shade my eyes. © 2019 Shirley Siaton. Please do not take, repost or distribute in any form without express written permission. Image courtesy of Matt Hoffman on Unsplash.