curly hair bounded together

Incomplete Lullaby

Tired

Could not close my eyes.
On fire
But frozen inside
To run or to hide.
Speechless my words could not melt.
Whisper I wanted to shout
With out you I felt

Like a fleeting thought
Like a double eight
Like a gentle fear of a warming taste

Like a placid breath
Like a cooling blow
When you stopped and held me close

Inside I nearly froze
Your touch is almost healing
You left me feeling

Incomplete Lullaby

 

This is the life with you.