My journey it seems removed me from my life. An endless torture effect much like a scratch on a record that repeated itself until she could not bare my screams any longer. Her touch, much like the hand of God Himself has brought a smile to this dead, tortured soul. Her voice, as if to breathe life into this withered corpse once again brings my thoughts to life. Knowing what she knows of my affliction, if only out of curiosity has brought this creature back from the dead. She is the Demeter that has delivered my soulless body to the Promised Land. My decrepit hand ventures from my Earthen Casket to feel the cold, and bitter weather of the Open Sea. My wicked grin, like the Predator I am is the effect of her haunting voice. The smell of unwashed and overworked bodies, toiling about their tasks. Unknowing of my presence. These creatures are merely a means to find my way to my Beloved Babu. Bringing life to a still heart, I find her once again. My Moon to cry to at night, as the Wolf's vocalization to find others in the cold, winter night. She hears the vibration of my voice, as I cry to her.... Come back, My Love. We belong together. No matter our distance, she knows this is true. I live only when our hearts physically touch. The look in her eyes tells me the truth. The kiss.... Pressing against mine. Our tongues touch. Our mouths encapsulate each other. The embrace... This feels right, it tastes right. Her hands on my face as she admits to me her love once again
© Dale A Martinez