Mornings With You – October 9, 2019

Where does the warm water run,

When I can feel the chill of your edge.

The ups and downs

Of where you take me

Is bordering on

Insanity.

I feel the room,

And you are here

Beating a drum in my head.

Over again,

So loud

We both want to scream.

What is it going to take

To suck

This foul

Darkness

From your tongue,

And rid the air

Of the chill you breath.

In moments of despair

Come and sit with me

Let my touch

Drown your sorrows.

Notice

The little things

Pumping life

Through your veins,

And then maybe

You’ll take a breath

And we can talk.