Lorelei Kay

STEALING MY SPIRIT

We once waltzed, you and I, 

with violin music filling the room. 

Your arms held me close

as we laughed round and round,    

    

and our love gave the dawn 

a new light.

Yet the day came too soon 

when the stringed-music ceased.

Cool glances began. 

Pale smiles. Stale touch.  

No longer we held 

dancers frame.

How I yearn for the strains

of those old violins 

and the nights of our 

waltzing as one.

This deafening silence 

rips through to my core, 

as you’re stealing my spirit,

stealing my soul,

by your thoughtless 

indifference.

TOUCH ME

The night is late,

Touch me.

The sun slid behind the moon,

Waiting for you to

Touch me.

The stars boldly shine

Granting light

So you can

Touch me.

Touch my smoothness,

My cheek, my lips, my throat,

My softness.

Touch my longing,

My aching,

My wanting you.

Fill the void

Inside me 

With your firm touch.

Touch me to keep me safe

From falling off the cliff

Into the dark abyss

Into empty

Into alone.

It’s late—

But it’s never too late

For you to

Touch me.