Take me as your own
I am your offering
My soul is yours
It is desperate
Wanting something it can not have, but dreams of
Touch my skin
Your hands are soothing
Stimulating your finger tips
A breath of cool air on my neck
Our bodies tangled
Our hearts confused
Our souls broken
The numbness we feel
But we can never untangle ourselves
I.am.your.offering.
Body
Mind
And soul
You are the collector
but i have insufficient funds
You untangle and leave me to die
-SJ