Jennifer Cheung
In this bed I sit
Looking at the vast amount of sheets where
You should be.
In this bed I fit
Just because my two hands are rough
Does not mean I long less to touch.
The thought of the feel of skin on skin
White hot at merely the thought of sin.
Bless our souls and hope to go through
O how I yearn to break
The barrier between us
To feel feelings so true
Those so real, those so just.
Comforts of the sheets
Lights through the window stream in
I don't want to wake
Every setting sun
Always leaves me wanting more
Each day without fail
Before I was born
Watching over us, living
You are beautiful
Silently watching
Observing their quick actions
Sitting, watching, hope
Never letting go
Or so you may like to think
Stay in this moment
Memories of youth
Fade fast, die fast, can't look back
Wish to remember
Breathe in and breathe out.
Just be calm and don't look back.
Just be confident.
I have implored them,
"Please stay seated. Wait a while."
Stubborn compliance.
I know you're anxious
"Why does it get dark?"
"The Hand of God takes the sun.
Sleep well now, my child."
"The sun is still up.
Why would you need a light now?"
"Wait 'til the sun sets...."
Each beat of my heart
courses all your love
into my blood. (Blood.)
And with every blink,
Those
who have used his gift
see they must give
In my own skin,
I fit like a glove.
In my own skin,
I look as I always have.
In my own skin,
He is nothing.
No more shall he be my beloved,
No more shall he control my actions.
Time is running out
Pressure starts to build up and
Things begin to change
So inconvenient
