Never Be Complete

Reading the signs
Of life vital
your wetness softly pressed
against this burning desert
in my mind
gently teasing
whole flocks of feathers
falling over the sky
laid open before me
calling my name
with my own voice.

Time tides moving
slow and unsteady
but always shifting here to now
with a gravity that can only be felt
whispering
I Love
   or is it,     My Love
Like I just can't ignore;
Stretching gooseflesh, spiderwebs and dreams
accross all the wishbones
holding me in.

  Because I want
with everything I can
these feelings break me open
make me incomplete
lost at sea, but cleansed
with this flow of tears
below the surface
I learn how to breathe
under pressure
Of this Love
on constant Fire in my chest.

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Image: Pass the irony by Rikki Kasso