The Voice

It's 1am and I can't sleep. My brain just won't shut down. My body is tired and wants to sleep, but like always, my mind is going in twenty different directions at once. Thinking about all the things I need to do at work this week, all the things I need to do at home, and all the plans I have made for myself in the coming weeks. So, instead of sleeping -- like I should be since I have work in the morning -- I have picked up my journal and pen and flipped through the pages until I have found something to work on. Finally, I have finished a poem I started a long time ago. It's been just sitting in my journal, waiting for me to find it again. I told myself that I would post a new poem each day, to feed that need in myself to express everything. But it's been harder than I thought to find the time and energy needed to devote myself to my pen. So here it is, one that I finally found time for.

Silky and dark it wraps around you
like a long lost lover you welcome back with open arms.
Its velvet touch skims down your spine
leaving tingles in its wake.
The hairs on your neck stand up
like the hand of Death has brushed close.
A shiver creeps in.
Starting in your center and working its way out.
It strokes against the slumbering beast inside
bringing it to wakefulness.
The beast prowls your mind driving you to the brink.
You hang there...
on the edge...
waiting...
Listening for that deep resonance
to sink into the pit of you and pulse.
It feeds the beast
starving for a single sound.
Just one to sate the need
for that sweet pain.
The vibrations begin deep in that
dark secret place you keep hidden.
That sweet spot that begs to be stroked.
Like wildfire it burns through your veins
compelling you to succumb.
To dive into its spell and drown in its magic.
The heat explodes out of your skin
and you are left trembling.
Waiting for the voice to wrap around you once more.