Edge of Want

Making marks

No one can see

Leaving traces

Only strangers can feel.

Singed in a heat

From fires building

Smoke in the memory

Of deep words concealed.

I feel them

Where you move

Carried deeper

Where silence proves.

Held in heat

From fires staying

Ash in breath

Of truths not saying.

Deliver me now

From the grip of want

Feed my knowing

On a pillow of shame.

Hungry enough

To devour your need

Thirsty enough

To taste sweat in the rain.

Hold me here

In the edge of want

Let my silence

Learn your name.

No escape

From what we feed

Only closer

In falling rain.

-Rivers

-Wander