x Horse And Carriage Dreams x
I have often thought of what it would be like to be with you, within the fervent auditorium of my mind.
To be often thought of in return, within the deeply written letters of your mind.
To be attentively listened to.
To be assiduously seen.
To be searchingly smelt.
To be meticulously touched.
To be gently caressed with the velvet crush of your compassionate mouth; conflicted tongues locked together like two crucifixes on a silver chain.
The hot, motorway rush of your perfume and cigarette scent, stays with me, long into the night, as you hiccough in your horse and carriage dreams.
I have fallen far for you but terribly away from you; ruined, in a cradling nightmare, collapsed and disenchanted.
The nostalgic colours of our former school days, swirl together, in the morning wind and rain, where the bus no longer stops and the gates are locked for good.
This isn't for the best but before I walk away from what could've and should've been, I need you to mix the bright star of you, within the dark soil of me, to set me free of my hurt and pain.
But even then it wouldn't be enough.
Because I won't have you xxx
x JJE x