Words fill the nights sky
Landing on the shoulders of this hollow man.
Half living and half dead
This hollow man..
Finding little comfort in words
For words don’t hold my hand.
Or let me rest my weary head upon there lap.
This hollow man yearns for the comforts of the flesh in the real.
Gone are the days when this house sang the joys of love and passion.
Now only filled with quiet worry.
I long for a lovers warm embrace
The taste of sweet flesh beneath my lips.
The salt of skin, soft whispered words of want and love mingled with passion
Dreaming….,long deep kisses, eyes closed lost in the moments of time
Could have been for days,hours,minutes as time stand still when I’m inside you.
Hollow man half only, echoes, shadows and reflections of past….