The overwhelming feeling of a diversion to the heart. One to ache you to your grave.
A yearning for the pleasure of sensation. Something essential to the soul.
A longing for love of one to care so deeply. Never letting you go. Never releasing you from protection.
A horror of the imagination, making reality a far deception. Taking part of you with the night.
Something to replace all the joy in your heart with such persisting emptiness. Leaving you to bleed.
This little blue line runs dry of these never-endings.
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. Jesus, Thank you for unscrambling my thinking!