Love Poetry

Etched to The Bone

Poetry

It’s a song of love in solitude I sing for you

By Samantha Anderson

I hear it scream every counting second,
letting a silent holler to the infinities —
like a lone cry ocean deep, a desert of howling breeze, and
the spluttering sparks in the twilight — rising into an unknown.

It is the soul-bound beauty of diverged realities.
Do I sink in on this feeling?
The euphoria — this ultimate elation, the lost grip of earth-binding gravity,
and the purest explosion of gold hues.

Here I am, pages turned, spilling
the crimson ink of this thrumming pulse.
This is a story of a withered
innermost sanctum — a lonely lovercore delight.

You are etched to the bone,
in this abyss of searing fires

till death do us part, my lover.