Do you know what it’s like, longing for the untouchable one?
He, who is a shadow of your most undiluted thoughts
Cleansing as the light of day
But extricating as the embrace of the night
Can you see him now?
Barely an imprint on your delusive mind
Yet caring and devoted
Forever in you
And as the dawn sets in to sweep your mind clear
His figure fades, his presence becoming but a winterly breath on your neck
You draw a breath and wish
oh, so deeply for his touch again
For the alleviation of careless dreaming
For revelation and distant screaming…
My poems are becoming more and more something of a therapy-process. I see a pattern in my recent works and it takes me back many years in time, to a different place. I think I am meant to process this particular phenomenon right now, that’s why my mind keeps bringing it up.
– Malicia Frost