The Unheard words of new writers...

I teeter on a tightrope,
	balancing
		Between desire and fascination.

	Pain and longing.

Logic and foolishness.

This breathlessness, I experience.
Recalls to mind old cliches
Never before used.
While I die...

Slowly,
Painfully,
Delightfully.

In you,
I see a thousand possibilities.
My beginning, my end.

A fuse has been lit.
And me,
Like a fragmented explosion,
Sent spiralling into the cosmos.

"You.
Blow my Mind!"

© Scherin Barlow Massay, 2007 (all rights reserved)