Call me E. E. Dickinson

[krazycandi]

The distance between our bodies aching,
Finding faith, I’m shaking
I know the truth, it hurts the flesh as soon as it touches the soul.  
Running faster.
Faster-furry,
Hating-loving
Wanting, scurry. 
Its truth that finds its self within me,
My burning flesh will soon control me. 
Hiding beneath your sorrows, waiting.  
Is a face, that comes with no debating.

Comments

[baronofchix]

Hey E.E. Dickinson.

[sassy_serb7]

Sex.

...and a little bit of crazy-pshycho-writing-skeletons-in-closet-i-will-eat-you-poetry.