i can no longer
gaze into the spiraling chasms of your eyes
nor tread my way into the spirit caves that are your face
i can no longer
travel the stone cold corridors of your heart
nor can i saunter again the
secluded passages of your soul
secluded passages of your soul
for once i enter
the deep cimmerian catacomb that is you
i am lost
lost
to
all
but
you
4 comments:
This is very beautiful. I read this several times and love the imagery you have woven throughout. "Spiraling chasms", "Stone cold corridors for your heart" wonderful play of words. I almost feel you have fallen in love with a granite angel with tall stature and magnificent wings or perhaps you both are stone angels staring at each other for eternity.
oh, how beautiful YOUR words, she poet - truly - poetic and beautiful - thank you so much for "seeing" and "feeling" my own!
una belleza
muchas gracias, senor!
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