Warmth Like Life poetry reading. Written and read by Phillip J Rhoades

Text can be found here:
http://somewordson.com/warmth-life

I am cold
and I need you
to warm my veins
It is not love
but desire
It is not passion
but resurrection
I can live
In your arms
Breathe as you moan
draw you close
and pretend
your heartbeat is mine
I am cold
and your warmth
is like life

And there,
upon the old and worn
the painted and the cracked
the concrete world
perched a goddess
a smile
to light chaos

Oh, that she knew I worshipped
Oh, that she heard the words
I tucked deep into my shadows
She was all that I loved
Though I was nothing to her

When I see you
there is a silence in my heart
as if the very blood
Must stand in awe

Bitch!
Would you sup' upon my desires?
Would you draw the marrow
from the bone of my passion?
Beg!
Crawl on hands and knees
And ask to serve
Your master's want
Beg!
To be the vessel
of my perversions
The prey of my
predations
Beg!
I will reward you
I will consume
your senses
Beg!
I will burn away
your reason
and strip away
Your shame
Beg!
But only if you seek
To forsake control