Your Silence Moves Me

Your silence moves me.

Ghostly manners

Behind.

Sheets of white

Outline of bodies tied,

Together

Invisible rope forms

Nooses

Haning us out to

Dry

Crouching below your definition of

Appropriate

Hiding from prying eyes

We should be free to

Dive

Into an abyss of emotions

Caged with rabid tendencies,

Running loose

During inopportune

Times.

This entry was posted on August 9, 2008 at 2:53 pm and is filed under Confusion, Humility, Relationships, Sex . You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

Enter your comment here...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Email (required) (Address never made public)

Name (required)

Website

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

AJ West