by Kala Skinner
(Thornton, Colorado )
Like the crumbling of seashells under the ocean tide's shore,
My heart has been beaten, bruised and torn.
The pieces shattered, decaying on the floor.
I feel myself evolving, being reborn.
In your eyes I'm consumed with peace.
My scattered heart, yet still, seems to beat.
To obtain your love, will be the ultimate feat.
The walls that I've built are merely concrete.
Our bodies intertwining, fires igniting, energies combining, metaphysics colliding.
Our hearts, mirror images, offer contemplation.
Our souls, both iridescent, cause for compulsion
Though fearful, I wait, straining for affirmation.