Adrift
I sit here with my mind adrift
in remembrance of another time
another place. . .
I had heard a voice
a time or two
a voice that made me feel. . .
It was there
at a time
and a place. . .
the voice became flesh
and I became lost.
Flesh that expelled warmth
a voice from that flesh
that intrigued!
a presence in the flesh,
and the voice,
that consumed. . .
I sit here now
with the dream
of a time
in which I will be saved
by the voice,
and the flesh
that has consumed me,
and forever remain!