Alone (Revisited)

Alone in my bedroom but not in my bed
My hand plays the music in my head
Naughty aching electric steam
Fingers strumming trembling strings of delightful tension pressing hot

Shivers come
I discover a new chord and add it to the old ones
My lips form a perfect O
O God
O Yes
O Yes yes yes yes yes

The heightened feeling gets stronger
The seconds crash waves over me
Oceans and volcanoes erupt
Sounds burst
I fly with angels

My return is a splashdown of my soul into embryonic waters
My body and mind are born anew
But no one sees the new me
I am alone

Alone in my bedroom
But not in my bed

Save

Leave a Comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.