You feel me,
not in the light of day
or in the summers rain
but in the depths of your being
where you hide all
that is not to be seen.

I tickle you mind,
I scratch on your heart,
I’m retracing your steps
lost in time

I’m a whisper
within the shadows
of your soul,
a solace in the desire
you keep so neatly
under control.

From this dance
of passion and despair
we lustfully take
all that we can

You hide from the truth
which you laid
so bare for me to see,
and yet you are begging me
to set you free.


~ Iva