The Tingle

I've grown eternal.
Holding my arms out.
The pose remains.
Staring out at nothing.
I still feel the wind.
And the cold no longer effects me.
Blue and shivering.

I'm waiting for you to save me.
For you to tell me all those perfections.
And, maybe my heart iced over long ago.
I'm just waiting for you to warm it.
To massage it with captivating emotion.
But, I'm left hankering.
Craving that feeling.

I want to feel the tingle.
The lingering emotion.
The plunge into cold water.
After being in the sand storm.
For my body to shiver.
To shake away every single hurt.

But, I'm left lifeless.
My hands outstretched.
Fingers reaching out to the unknown.
I need your kisses.
Your mouth pressed against mine.
Breathe life into me once again.
My lips tremble,
and the tears continue to fall.

I'm stuck on rewind and fast-forward.
Rerunning the same lines.
Feeling the same things.
Even if the days change.
And the days grow warmer.
Even if my heart beat.
The sun show through.

I'm still stuck here.
Waiting, eternally.
I'm not a goddess.
I'm not immortal.
Just trapped in time.

Hopelessly.
Faithfully.
Hoping you will find a way.
To thaw me.
To consume with something besides,
this deepening depression.

I feel my face distorting.
The frown imprinting itself.
This is forever.
This sadness growing ever so still in my heart.
Will it ever leave me be?
Will it ever let me go from these chains.
I'm so trapped.
So lost.

So damn lonely without you.
Without your fingers whispering against
my flesh.  Without your heart to orchestrate mine.
I want that tingle.
The one you feel when eyes are locked.
When lips find their way.
And, everything makes sense with just one
unbreakable breath.

My words tumble out.
Slowly.
Dragging out.
I can't seem to make sense anymore.
Not of my mind.
Not of my heart.

Maybe, you were always right.
To call me heartless.
Emotionless.
Black-hearted.
Empty inside.

Maybe I'm made to stand here.
Against the weather.
The damn heart-bleeding-break-down
I'm a basket-case days.
Let me move, ahead.
Let my body touch yours.
Connecting us internally.
Intertwining into something beyond
beautiful.

Lift me from my hell.

Please, make me feel.


Author's Note:
(This is really old but it's something for now)