I Crawl...

I am bleeding for you...
knees and palms skinless
in my search for your footprints.
My flesh weathers stone and glass,
and the immolation of my crimson fluid
is justified in my need for you.
I beckon you with a tongue
that drips with life flavored wine,
eyes that see only in shades of longing,
and a voice that paints the air
with songs dedicated to your name.
My bodily canvas of skin is naked,
awaiting your masterful brush
to leave colors of raspberries and bliss...
raised weltings of your desire.
I am dragging my shape along dark alleys,
awaiting your capture of this...
tension saturated submission I offer
at the feet of my own fantasy god come to life.
I implore you to cage this wild breed of spirit,
and to lick these wounds of mine until they are clean.
Brand me with the bar code of your own DNA,
scar me with the heat of your fingertip voodoo,
and I will drink of you deeply,
as though you were my final chance to breathe
in a world where beauty has become endangered,
and you are the only hope of its resurrection.

©Copyright 1992-2008 by SLT 80. All Rights Reserved.

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1. Linn Garden says:

   This poem is filled with the colour of life in itself
   I felt the essence of yourself in its reading
   enjoyed it immensly

   Linn