Syndicate

Reach my eyes, Love. Search them and make them still.

Touch me and make my soul silent, resounding only the echo of your desire.

Smooth my hair, touch my cheek; warm me with your lust.

It is only your spirit I crave for my own. Your gaze. Your hand. You.

Gentle. Demanding. Known.

How you open the doors of me. How my spirit screams for only your familiarity.

Your need.

Your scent.

Your every stolen breath.

Whisper to me the wanton wishes of your soul, my sweet.

Introduce me; acquaint me to your devils and arch angels that fight for your soul, as I do.

Give me gateway passage.

Give me your heat. Your passwords. Your keys.

Let me become one with these sprites as we make way to our paradise. Our other side. Our forever.

Help bring me amnesty from mine own.

Slay them by blade, by fire, by sheer passion and nobility of thine soul.

Command each others to befriend and bewilder, to own and digress.

So long as we are together, they are serene. Stormless. Playmates.

Hold me tight, love. 

Grasp me close and calm these tidal waves.

Touch me and make my soul silent, resounding the echo of your desire.


Reach my eyes, Love. Search them and make them still.



Jessica Anderson
April 12, 2014