T H R A L L

The embers in your veins lure me into the depths of your soul. I stumble into your darkness, tripping over old bones, painful heartaches, and sharp disappointments. Yet, being covered by the darkest parts of you does not deter me.

I am gently guided blindly through the paths of your unspoken truths and hesitations. The song of your heart entangles fragments of my emotions as I flow towards you like the rush of the ocean’s waves kissing the feet of the sand.

In the distance, I see your dancing flame, purring like a lazy snow leopard, causing sweet vibrations under my chest as I walk towards your glow. My idle hand reaches the warmth of you as I feel a lick of your dark passion caress my skin.

It does not b u r n.

Your existence has been foretold under the covers of my dreams. Your eyes, Nordic blue waters hugging soft embers, bore into my soul, causing shattered breaths that barely escape my lungs.

Like a siren that brings humans to their knees, I cannot escape your t h r a l l.

I do not care to t r y.