Poem - Nocturna #10

words unneeded to be spoken

broken breaths, and juxtaposed emotions

through the day, not one muscle still

as the thoughts run through,

the blood steams in her veins

somatic sensations; 

too explicit to thoroughly explain

"no one is more beautiful than thou,

Saint Valentine"

as she gazes inthrough his eyes

the tension; released

unfeelings; deceased

Nocturna is relieved at his bedside

heavy breathing; can you hear me,

though you don't have to

no words, not a song, and no artwork could every tell

the feelings, the perfection, the yearning

the necessarry

a magnetism,

that only ones body can show

"rakastan sinua,

Saint Valentine"

i kneeled

as the cold creased my spine,

s w e a t

it is sweet

i can feel you

as i embrace you

as you embrace me

and our lips meet

"Saint Valentine,

you saved me."