Beds burn, longing- <br />Though I, have no desire <br /> <br />I walk streets- <br />endless curve of thigh <br /> <br />Thinking of you- <br />In this city <br />that does not know, <br />I exist <br /> <br />I see your face - <br />it's replaced <br />a thunderbird <br />flaps her wings <br /> <br />There's a volcano in my chest <br />that mimics <br />the intensity of your own <br />- <br />I would call you storm- <br />My muse on days <br />my hands roamed freely <br />the hemline of your expense <br /> <br />I'd take them back again <br />raise them to my lips- <br />kiss what memory of you <br />lingered there <br /> <br /> <br />In this city <br />that does not know, <br />I exist <br /> <br />The night calls me- <br />I lay alone, wedded to restlessness- <br /> <br />I will burn another <br />day of remembrance <br />in love's holocaust <br /> <br />Then watch from afar <br />the sun chasing the moon <br />to kiss her stars <br /> <br />until my love, I'm with you <br /> <br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sleeping-on-the-chest-of-july/
