Let It Come (audio)
Amazing written and verbal poetry by a talented and wonderful writer.
Just behind the hypnotic coil of her copper colored eyes, there is a door which opens into a secret universe, a garden plush with wet roses and thick undergrowth, studded with all of the stars which fell like hot amber rains long ago and then disappeared.
There is a plane on which she does not exist and neither do you, yet somehow you sense each other there in that place that is not a place at all but rather a feeling. An energy that can only come to be born out of the clutch of tension which is a promise unfulfilled. The friction of a searing desire unattained against the prison cell of your own yearning body.
Passion is your beating heart in the hands of a ghost.
It is the exquisite punishing weight of a weightless thing.
A song you carry inside of a cage in your chest like…
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