just them

I can hear them. They call for me. I yearn there touch and smell the taste. These random thoughts of justice puts the sorrow deeper in the knot growing in my ribs. I can taste the dryness in my mouth and yet I have nothing to drink. I press my lips tightly together and blow out as to release tension; nothing helps to ease the sounds of the voices calling. They are everywhere echoing around in my head. I listen but not to closely for I am afraid. I now can close my eyes and picture all the faces put with the voices. I see a sea of women young and old; all so close whispering in my ear as to seduce me. I push them back and quickly scan the faces to find someone familiar. Rose with her crown of thorns looks deeply in my windows to my soul. I push to grab her throat and I remember the velvet touch. I swallow and she kisses; I am moved. I am free. I am willing and conformed.