Image

Free Falling

One look at you and I am reduced to my most basic self

A soul with empty slots that need filling

A single breath in my direction

I quiver

Nervous streaks run down my spine

A single touch

I disintegrate

I’m falling, deep

You

You do that to me

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

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