Saturday, March 10, 2012

Lucid Skin

You seep through my pores as you fill my soul; my lucid skin awaits.  Everywhere I turn, everything I think, your presence is stronger than any God that may or may not exist. 

I sway to only find that you are there, that moment in which pure beauty is drowning my lifeless body.  Looking with my lids closed I see you, clearer than before.  It is not a game nor an ideal; it is the reality of my heart.  Do not forsake me for the ideal you have of non-existence is unfathomable.