- Rapture - Thursday, January 30, 2014 It's a drumbeat away A dead heartbeat - A downbeat, some might say. That feeling, it grips me Hard at a place that's Deep between my ribs, My heart, and a hard place. I don't know where to begin! I don't even know where to start. Is it that oozing feeling, that Hoarseness tearing me apart? A quick tug pulls me like a magnet Against your shoulder blades. With a sidelong glance, a little smolder I'm pretty sure I couldn't be bolder. All I want is some bitter song To rip this feeling away, along A delicate winter breeze, like frayed sheets Swilling in the winds of time. Cool and gentle and sweet, but not pained like the Way we had to pull out of that kiss, like A diver surfacing from The raptures of the deep. And when your image evades me, It comes instead in sleep. In the soft crinkle of my sheets I see Your sideways smile, your baby laugh. In the Heat of my drugged dreams, I feel your Mouth soft on my skin. In the winded whirl of memory I feel the rapture rear within.

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