Missing you out in this field of separation
All the things so jumbled.
Both of us boasting our indifference.
The clutter of emotion and memory.
Your deafening arms across my roadmap skin.
Oh, the fires you light there, and speak guttural languages to my bones
How can I survive the heat, kilns igniting my heart?
Every faith, sewn upon your hands with determined fingertips
When every movement is the sound of your voice
When every thought is borne of your happiness
When the caress of your skin is branded upon my body
When the taste of your tongue is a maze upon mine
Oh memory, oh the sweet longings of love
The hope that broke me in two, my soul a victim
How starved you must have been to feed upon my tender heart
What a hurricane I have become