CHILL
I touch your flesh to feel the ill-remembered flame
Of breathing; giving; leaving;
Sorrow; triumph;
My obsidian soul lay encased
In the tangled years of memory and fear
That gripped it's beating wings and stilled it.
No warmth or comfort breathes it back to life,
The agony of the fight halting it's struggle.
Come closer
(I will whisper in your ear)
I have secrets
(you may not want to hear)
I lure your body close to mine to feel the heat
Of life, your rythmic heart pulse that,
Unlike mine,
Pursues it's lifelong mission
(that's my secret....did you listen)?
~ Copyright 1998 ~ Drifter ~
