Back To Me

Back to me
The oceans plume
Of menial bewilderment,
An enticing hue.

Spiraling emotions
Flock from an inner need;
An inner longing
Seeking a soul’s creed.

Feeling;
Touching the afterlife
After feeling the cold –
Losing a breath a night.

Gradually earning more,
Seeking a silent respect
From the natural dialect
That brought you here before.

Before me you cried,
Shedding awful tears of distrust –
Flowing, silver tears from lies
Left by him from your lust.

Insurgent fantacies
Hidden by your dancing;
The dancing on his graven image
That you’ve left biding.

Tearing from within your eyes
With angry finality
A flower rests in your hair
Setting emotional equality.

Back to me,
Bring your injured heart
That he left behind;
Your humanly art –
Wrapped around me, entwined.

&copy 2003, Joe Jenkins