Call

Darkened street I walk,
forced into your soul.
I feel singing in the black,
but cant see where you are.
Tears flood your eyes,
drawing me deep inside.
A whip scathing and cold,
and warm beneath, gentile.
A hurt beyond me,
a fear beholds my heart.
Let me see you,
call out my name,
call out to your love.
Please tell me you love me,
for I am broken,
without your embrace.
Hold my heart inside yours,
let my soul become yours.
touch my skin and fold me,
into your arms.
Hold me now,
in your eyes I see,
my way to the heaven of your taste.
Place me inside you,
and speak to me with only your tongue.
lay your head upon me,
rest your holy being in mine.
But I fear this will never be,
as I hope for your touch.
Please touch, even if only,
in my dreams.



Poetry by Razel Davies
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Written on 2006-03-15 at 22:20

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