#bleedinginkpoetry

unlike anything i have ever felt before i quickly turn expecting to find who came with the touch yet no one is there

gone before i can blink i search looking into strangers' eyes hoping for a spark of recognition

getting nothing in response

i move about my day as normal yet my soul keeps

nagging me to continue the search

gentle winds blow through my hair sending it to tangles

another sweet touch is brought on but i'm alone so i follow the persistent wind

transfixed by the dancing leaves i too join in

swaying and twirling a smile makes its way to my flushed face

hardly caring where my feet guide me a melody begins to play

a song of melancholy fills the air mingling with the wind my soul beams in my chest and i lift my hands for a waltz pretending as if another is here with me

death kindly grabs hold of my hand and wraps his arm along my back pulling me closer charmingly twirling me round and round

oh the waltz has never been this alluring

with a dip his passion-filled eyes peer down at me i gaze at his lips spreading into a familiar smile he gently releases me and i slowly drift into the open ground

soul who knew you longed for him

certain types of pleasures some

types of desires

not to punish myself, no

but to gain more self-control

I anticipate, demand and command

of you

everything;

precisely what is owed to me.

but when you freely

offer your submission

I feast with a napkin tucked

a gentleman is simply a patient wolf.

B. Rhanay