I wonder when I'll be able to stop myself
Abandon my words of reason and justification
Because I really have no excuse
No matter how finely it is woven
My story will always have false threads coming lose

I know your hands better than my own
Their touch, their script, their sensation
My skin an open book to be filled by your words alone
Words of care and incomparable adoration
Their form is unsolid
Yet their touch I can feel
Their movements in silence
Yet the silence I hear
The ink fades upon my skin
As soon as the words are written
I strive to catch the fading script
Before they are gone and forgotten

Everyone is awake now
-or asleep
Either way they're in some kind of state
If one were to spectate there'd be no need for narration
If one chose to read the book would need no pages
Without any lines to read between
Their story would be but one sentence
Subject, adjective, verb
Full stop

I am in no state
-or rather I have no state
Never quite sleeping, never fully awake
Like an opera in an unknown language
Like a unfinished book
The storyline impossible to follow
With spaces so large in between the lines
Silence, stillness, thought
Question mark.

Is there anyone here who wonders where I've been?
Those who still follow my trail of words, per chance
That I poetically scattered yet ordered all the same
As if footprints left by feet once in dance

Do friends fear for my lengthy absence at all?
Or have they turned away to worry another day
Are my words long past enough to keep them close at hand
Even though I did not stay

I am here again if anyone cares although I'm not so sure
And my message is as always the same
My love for you is still full in bloom
Awaiting anyone to finally claim

My Love, I think of you tonight
More than I have thought of you before
My heart seems to pound my chest more strongly
To break free and be alone never more

My skin bears your marks as it has always
And the words your name still call
And although I have no pen with me
It seems letters still upon my skin do fall

You fill my body from within
And as soon as you touch me am I consumed where I stand
Engulfed by an effervescent eruption
Unable to wield nor withstand

You seldom reveal where you are
Guiding me by touch, and touch alone
You know a single glimpse of your face sorely missed
Would bring not only joy but aching to the bone

Your touch is more than enough for now
As I cast all other senses aside
And though hopes and wishes come haunting
In safety of mind do I reside

Your anger is long gone I can see
With pride following at the rear
And as he fought to pull me away from you
Your humanity kept you near

I bore wounds from his grip so tight
About my wrists so desperately clasped
Yet with your kisses ever soothing
Was my love he unable to grasp

Come, come, sweet slumber of mine
Wash me away with your calm tides
So that I may bathe upon blissful tides
And basque in glorious light

Make haste your arrival, long awaited
No need to pause behind closed door
Your invitation to my company is open as always
And your presence is sorely yearned

Bring nothing with you, nothing at all
No need to pack peaceful dreams
All I ask for are your soft waters
To wash upon this awakened being