nothingness

where did all the words go?
i feel empty--completely void of thought.
will they find me again?
i do miss them--the turmoil they wrung from me
is far better than this nothingness.

Quinzaine: Heat

#1
Sparks fly when I hear your voice.
Is it hate that flares
or passion?

#2
Your touch burns across my skin.
Can I survive it?
Can my heart?