Jane

A poem of love

The way she's panting, out of breath
Face all flushed, neck slightly stretched.
The way the shadows kiss her breasts
And the sweat hugs her body.
I want to touch her, feel her beating heart
Taste her salty, silken flesh
And feel her pouring hair through the crevasses of my fingers.

but I can't...

Where she is she has not breath
No light to cast a shadow
Pores are clogged with ancient earth
And a heart that's hard and hollow
her skin no longer salty, just earthy and cold
Her hair is there but no longer pours, just sits and starts to tangle.

maybe ill join her sooner rather than later.