Treasure Island

Jamie Ellen Christian

((1976-Present) / St. Louis, Missouri)

Stolen Reality


To swim in an ocean of you
Surely I would drown with elation
As if the sun itself bowed down low
and kissed my lips
Scorching me with its rays
Dizzy from the light
Dizzy from the heat
Drunk off the reality of my love for you
What am I to do
Can you put a lid on a storm
Can you bottle up a volcano
What am I to do
I've been lost into you
To blind onesself to the colors of the spectrum
Can that be
How
When you are just as lost into me
To damn a flood
Thats the way it has to be
Kissed by the sun
Swallowed by the sea
Drunk off this stolen reality
You and Me
Consumed by your fire
Quivering after the flame
But now, I have to remember my name

Submitted: Wednesday, April 09, 2008

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  • Barbara Terry (4/9/2008 5:24:00 PM)

    Very romantic Jamie, and very heartfelt and soulful. The emotion that fills these lines, could be food for a novel. The images you paint here, are first rate. If everyone felt this way about each other, then we would have a very wonderful world. By the way; when we are lost to the throes of love, we do forget our name. Take care Jamie, and keep writing.

    Love & hugs,
    Barbara (Report) Reply

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