My Heart Bleeds...



Oh... My Heart Bleeds...
It Bleeds... 
It whimpers, it shudders,
It Shakes and Shivers,
For you-
 
We strolled through life at a pace, shy-
To sit so sweetly... 
In the smoky air against those jagged rocks.
Hoisted high we laid enlaced
On white Quartz and grey sandstone as sun basked in daylight-

Sheer streams glistening evergreen-amber summer
While weighted wind traced tender temples
To peek
      A glimpse-
Your soft touch of broken dreams lay still-
On my heart of scars.
 
Oh... My Heart Bleeds…
It Bleeds,
           In love
My Love-
Does my name melt in your mind like red velvet yearns?
How it cries for the warm energy of lips not yet tasted
But still reaches for safe port and solace.
To Be Seen, 
The Desire, Vivid-
A striking taste, swirling on the tongue of innocence.
 
Oh, My Heart Bleeds…
It bleeds with champagne twist-
Synergy suspended,
Steeped in the pool of your hot springs
Buoyant in a magnitude of senses,
My Heart...
          She Bleeds-

Oh, youth!
     Forbidden-
Your story untold and still unwritten
Yet my path,
Walked for nearly 15 years, alone-
So...
Here we sit,
You and Me-
Inside the same skin.
A life already unfolded and another,
Still remains unspoken-
 
The day-
She swept away through my fingertips
And the breeze stole your name through sunlit leaves
A memory, perhaps-
Never to be seen again.

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- J. Circosta
Poems From Passion
My Heart Bleeds, ©2015