Long Grown Cold

thunderstorm, and ashes... wild horses running free. wolves panting in the darkness, owls shudder in the night. bats hang upside down, and then die, like falling stars disappear. i lick the walls of your soul, until my tongue bleeds. water dripping from a rusted spicket, the old tree split by lightning. i kiss your eyes, and death stammers, even word hesitates. longing tastes like sap and old books, sadness precious hangs and falls. you dig your nails into my heart, the waterfall frozen in time. stone throbs, pines pray needle prayers. there's no direction in the darkness, only pulse, and animal souls. then i awaken with a start, gasping for breath in an empty room. wind blown branches scratch the window, embers whisper long grown cold!