Open Mic: Hunger/Kristiana

You broke my heart

when syllables stopped

spilling from your lips

curled and plump

sounds which caressed

tightened

tendrils romantic

around my arms

ankles and throat

squeezing

constricted airways

my chest throbbing

furiously in the heat

hunger

between our fingers

and thumbs.

 

You broke my heart

when promise of a touch

became nothing

mutters

on the wind

sparks in a vacuum

fire

on the ocean floor

distance ripped

love asunder

insatiable hunger

sated

by another.

Submitted to Go Dog Go Cafe for the second Open Mic night. 

Image credit.

Kristiana blogs at My Screaming Twenties

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