All my words sound like a prayer
All your whispers sound like confession
Though my instinct says beware
Still what lingers takes possession
I can’t give you all the blame
I can’t give you all the yearning
Though my senses dull the flame
Still I can’t escape the burning
I’ll let you watch me fall in real time
If you tell me secrets all undone
In breath that sets off all the wind chimes
Hidden from the rivers on the run
All my whispers now escaping
All your words now feel like silence
Though my senses feel the shaping
Still we hunger for the guidance
Can I give you all my fire
Can I give you all my ashes
Though I’m dancing on a wire
Still I’m waiting for the crashes
I’ll let you watch me fall in real time
If you share your stories all unraveled
In pages written on a fault line
Hidden on the roads we’ll never travel
Powerfully penned, Brandon. Excellent write my friend. There is a longing in the words of this one. Nicely done.
Damian
There’s a sense of almost but not quite saying. A dance around the edges of something. Damian is right. There is a longing ringing through this one.
I like both yours and Damian’s observations. I was playing with words with a longing vibe that day. I am glad you both can see that. Thank you for reading.
Hey Brandon!
There is longing but also a smidge of courage.
Letting someone watch you in real time falling is no joke.
Being vulnerable when it comes to longing isn’t easy.
Takes courage to put yourself out there.
I also enjoyed all the rhyming too.
It’s got meter and rhythm. Very nicely done!
Thank you!
hello dearest Brandon this is deep I understand the need to fulfill your fantasies in real time this is great ❤️