Pilgrims and Shrines

I don't know how to express

This longing desire, that crawls

And scratches on my back

Yet the itch is so tempting

I feel lost in the stars

Trying to reach, reach, reach

For a hopeless love like mine

The tender yet electric touch

That warms my body and fries my head

The final curtain begins to fall

And the door of my heart 

Opens no matter how hard I try

To lock it with my keys

My romantic, hopefully hopeless heart

The shame as the whole world pulls its eyes towards me

As I'm exposed, naked as a prositute about to be stoned

Yet the fire that burns me keeps me from the cold

The future dances around me like an enchantress

Entices me with the wine of my earthly desire

I beg to stop drinking it yet I'm pacified from my drunkeness

I've nobody to crush on other than Possibility

 

Possibility kissing my shoulder, 

Slowly undressing,

Dying yet reliving,

Feeling the softness of my skin

Then our souls will mesh together, 

Remain together, 

Like longlost friends, 

Not chained, 

But embraced like we reunited

Staying at home, 

Even after the bodily death

 

Biting my neck like a hungry wolf, while

We play like cats in the wild

The wind takes us away from the

Meaningless concept of Time, 

As we fall away in our love

And I've been given a gift, as I exchange mine to you

Only being able to breathe the air

Of Possibility until I lose breath and die

Before being reborn and sobbing like a child

As your kiss

And your carress

Revives my heart

This poem is about: 
Me

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