Tuesday, November 4, 2014

The Walkers

The Walkers
Be still my heart
Beating violently with
Passion for you~
This day – this moment
Filled with shadows of love
Sun streaming juices
For your sweet lips.
We walk
into the woods
under pretense of
Wildflowers to be plucked
But there are none to gather.
Do not turn away my adored
For you are the blood
Flowing in my veins ~
Keeping me alive.
Do you not sense my hunger?
I am not a prince
Or a king upon a throne.
I am a lonely beggar
Knocking at your door.

© Natala Orobello

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