We are running and running, hiding in the mountains,
I hear myself breathing your name
A sound barely above a whisper.
Far away from the reality that will crush us,
We are giving in to our secret desires.
The flowers you brought to romance me
Are scattered all over the floor, damaged by our hungry passion.
And I moan your name,
It rolls heavily off my tongue.
Our lust reverberates from these walls,
It is seeping into the floors; invisible to the blind.
And I scream your name in ecstatic bliss,
Flying high, then crashing down in waves of emotions.
The night is falling outside, stars shining bright.
I sign my name across your heart;
It will be protected by the ghosts of the mountains.
Written for Aaron’s Sunday Scribbling. Take a look at his blog, or consider using the prompts that are published each Wednesday to write, too. Prose, fiction, poetry, non-fiction, essays… everything is allowed.