Kim V. Poetry

Sing me a song.
A devotional to our fire.

A melody,
A sweet epiphany
About our vices
And the addiction we have
For one another.

Lace it with indulgent moans
And liquid love.

For November is the resurrection
Of this ache,
This longing.

That can only be soothed
By your winter’s touch.

Let us spend our night
Chasing yesterdays,
Like a sailor chases a siren.

Let us spend our night
Where your fingers begin,
And the voices end.

Where the dark can’t reach me,
But only your voice can save me.

Because I know you’re always there.

Watching over me.

©️KVP
Art: “Aion Love,” Sergey Lesiuk
Website: DeviantArt
Song: “Somebody’s Watching Me,” LVCRFT and Sarah Barrios
Prompts:

“Where your fingers begin, the voices end.”
“Where the dark can’t reach me.”
“November is the resurrection of this ache.” cjpoetryprompts @cjphillipspoetry