Heavy with Desire.

Via on Dec 11, 2012

Moths in my chest flutter then stop

Their sweet, sticky tongues

flickering long out to chomp on

the carcass that throbs there unsteady 


Removing it would be of no consequence

for it’s already in shreds, useless

yet the dull ache of it lets one know 

that the rest of the body lives on 

Days of staring, holding devices

That are meant to connect

But I’m only divided…

Where are you my friend?


Did you brush my hair?

Did we look at the stars?

Yet even then I was looking on us

As beloved memories from afar


Full with missing and heavy with desire.


 

~

Ed: Brianna B.

 

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Erin Kouvas is a believer in magic, in love and in all things wonderful. She has a penchant for travel, writing, photography, dance, music, and yoga. She admires the sunset, a fresh flower, bravery and real people (who are often brave). She is a yoga instructor, owns and teaches out of Yoga Urth in Warren Ohio and has nothing but love for the wonderful people in her life. She is grateful. Amen. http://satisfythishungriness.blogspot.com Facebook Erin

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3 Responses to “Heavy with Desire.”

  1. Robert says:

    Beautiful!

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