Read to me stories of broken love, poems of whispered truths.
Take my hand and walk me through the dark streets of reality,
bare feet treading the cobbles.
Let no word be spoken between us;
let our heart tell this tale,
our eyes see the beauty,
our skin feel the rawness of love and let
our blood become the embodiment of desire.
Tell me beautiful dark tales of unbounded love lost to the whispers of solitude.
Karen Hayward ©2016