What will come of tomorrow?
When you’re gone and I have nothing but your scent on the breeze to hold?
What will cause my heart to leap up with elation and hope?
What small token may I take from it all?
The moment draws close.
Like the looming autumn rain
I look up at the inky sky and whisper your name to myself.
Wishing to be warm in the fire of your eyes.
When every word is about you
And every kiss I kiss tells a story.
But more so for when I don’t kiss your boyish mouth
For that is when I want to the most.
Across the room, your eyes trickle down me
Standing still like alabaster symmetry.
Can you hear my forest eyes whisper your name?
Deeper into the wood. Deeper into the dusk.
My feet dance through our asphalt jungle
Light and soundless as the hanging moon
The beating drum of your hips on mine,
Caterpillar-shivers up your spine.
Oh, the music between us. Our voices, our admission
The guitar in my hair, and your smooth flute lips
Gnawing cello played on my neck, with the piano,
pressing, upon your shoulders. Symphony and harmony.
Red waves drowning your sweet expression, breathing
The ecstasy into our lungs.
All sound forgotten, just touch
a hundred etchings of release.
The quiet that comes, breathing heavy and deep
Skin the only barrier, between heaven and hell
Limbo absolving us for a brief moment
Our warmth starting fires in the sky
I have drawn lines around my heart.
The cursive wrongs that fit so perfectly
In the confines of your arms
Among the scent of muffled emotions.
Your battle-scarred back, is some reminder
To you of days that passed in the wilds.
But to me you have earned every measure
Of the stripes you bare. Warrior of the sun.
Your solitude comes, unbidden. A strong
Wind to take you away from the night you love.
What bronze left in your bones, must keep you safe
Among the jackals teeth, and the desert storm.
The sound of your leaving is so loud
Like a siren blare in my mind, eating at the edges
Of the books that hold my adoration
Burning me like a fire.
I have felt quiet leaving, which dies a slow death
I have felt the leaving of dreams, which slips
Out from under your feet in a crash
I have felt suddenness, which takes your breath
But this.
What is this leaving?
Such a burning in my stomach
The slow decay of my sanity.
Why must you go, leaving behind my trail of feigned acceptance?
When everyone leaves, but I wished that someone might have
Decided to stay. The need in their eyes as great as mine
I wished too hard for wings to fly.
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