Your lips are the wet of my blood. Without them I bleed dust <br />Your voice, the rhythm of my heart. Without it my ventricles lay in silence <br />Your touch, the nerves of my fingertips. Without it I cannot feel <br />Your embrace, the light at my center. Without it I see only blackness <br />Come back to me soon and breathe life into this corpse for without you <br />there is nothing<br /><br />Beach Leanbh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-of-the-inanimate/
