I have never claimed to be a poet, but I thought I would share this short subject with you.
For the lost one…
Your steady eyes peel away my hard veneer
Leaving me raw and breathless
Your determined voice fills my lungs
Giving my empty body sensation
Your awaited touch burns like fuel
Covering me in your liquid skin
John L. Harmon
September 26, 2013
P.S. "Darkening Sturgeons" will continue...