Saturday, January 28, 2012

You, My Eros

I don't need questions.  I don't need answers.  I don't need your biography.  I don't need your list of likes and don't likes.  I don't need you to open doors or call me every night and call me baby. Just touch me.  Set this bed in flames with me, over and over.  Collide in me again and again, the magnitude of you rippling through me. Let the black and the nameless rise like a proud wave. I am dissolved first.  Then am I rearranged. I come out new.