The Voices In The Ears

Are you here now talking to me...
Are there others where you hide...
Are you somewhere in the wall
and weakly crying out inside...

Can you feel my night begin
upon your sultry plaster skin...

Are you coldness...
like a prayer...
Is that sense your scented hair...
or is there no-one.
No one there.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.