A-Z Callenge: D is for Dervish (dancing dust)

Circling

Dervish wind

Dust in your eyes

and nose.

Pushing sideways

uplifting.

Calm

Duplicity wind.

Swirling around us

everywhere.

Dance your dance

Dervish wind.

Crosses

How do I silence
The tugging heart strings
the tickling sadness
the fleeting joy.
How do I quiet
the repressed longing
the remembered images
that play through my head.
How do I mediate
this battle raging inside
when I am both sides of the war.
This lake of unspoken confusion and emotions
damned by martyred morals
and past experience.
All threatening to overflow
with tidal waves.
Crushing you and I below.
Why does this have to be my cross to bear
Again.
I can't speak it
my voice is frozen.

Storms Within

Come
Take me
Cauterize my bleeding heart
Cover my silence with your mouth
My breath is yours
Your taste is mine
As you lose yourself
Inside me.

Close
The gap
The chasm widens deeper
Always reaching
And pulling back
Afraid to give each other
Echoes of yesterday foul
Our todays.

Touching
Not embracing
Fear dictates the tempest
The emptiness inside us
Fleeting whispers
Tentative words
Storms reflected in
our eyes.