Poetry · Writing

Transfusion

Hands caressing hidden, trembling things.

Lips roaming the softest planes of my face.

You melted into my skin,

Warmed my icy soul,

Transfused me with your essence.

And I am shook from it.

You are Heaven and Hell.

The secret thing among the trees.

The light touching the

darkest edges of My soul.

My blood still sings from the taste of you.

And I am shook from it.

You are Saturn and I am its rings.

You are the breaths I haven’t taken yet.

The dreams I haven’t dreamt.

You are the life I haven’t lived yet.

And I’m still shook from it.

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