Sleeping On The Chest Of July

Beds burn, longing-
Though I, have no desire

I walk streets-
endless curve of thigh

Thinking of you-
In this city
that does not know,
I exist

I see your face -
it's replaced
a thunderbird
flaps her wings

There's a volcano in my chest
that mimics
the intensity of your own
-
I would call you storm-
My muse on days
my hands roamed freely
the hemline of your expense

I'd take them back again
raise them to my lips-
kiss what memory of you
lingered there


In this city
that does not know,
I exist

The night calls me-
I lay alone, wedded to restlessness-

I will burn another
day of remembrance
in love's holocaust

Then watch from afar
the sun chasing the moon
to kiss her stars

until my love, I'm with you

by Amberlee Carter

Comments (2)

Hey, man. I haven't been here for a while but now I'm glad I'm back. Excellent stuff.
i would give anything to feel this way about somebody again. outstanding and beautifully done, Amberlee... as ever, Jake