Come to Me Again

Wonder followed by loss
gold leftover dross
this physical touch
is much more
than lost

adore
these eyes do see
no kidding
is it proper to boast
to reveal everything at once?

Yonder this time
the benefit the cost
just a little pain
it's not all the same
love of every soul
but empty is a hole
where no blood pumps

filling in calm
put up the umbrella
riddle me forever
just sing
story telling
quiet the emptiness
fill in the noise
shhhhhhhhhh.

Vibrations making wind
muscles pushing grins
grim and forbidden
intention
loss
dross
gold.

Chosen
Walking
Talking

these skins rubbing
palms of fingers friction
down the sensitive outer shell
breath and salty sweat
non toxic

are you awake?

Come to me again.