To Be Spoken In Silence Poem by Dakota Ellerton

My skin crawls at the indecisive touch.
As my eyes, covered, still see.
My body cringes to the burn,
that any flesh dare set to my own.
As I undoubtedly nurse the idea of sanity,
I beg to the trails of the unbeating heart.
Torturous thoughts,
sicken my mind - as I dwell between realities.
Simplton to kiss my shoes,
should not stand higher then my waist,
should not glare upon my face.
I shiver and shake at the thought of all else,
but your love crimson red in my womb.
As each gasping embrace befalls us,
I can feel you cherish her.
For my heart will always rythme softly - until my dying breath.
With your name spoken silently,
I will await my untimely death.