Little man,
You've been the one unreserved,
to give unconditional love.
Your legacy leave me desolate,
bereft and once more re-awakened.
Today I give the last rites
to follow you half-way
to the end of your journey.
And what haunts me the most
beside the hollow pit in my heart is -  did I give you enough tenderness, devotion and proof of your place in my life?
To make you happy,
content and fulfilled?
Too late now to remedy anyhow.
Still, I'm wrapping your now cold body in the cloth of our memories and sing you to sleep for the last time.

please hang me in the silence opposite your kisses
and make me wish the stars were alive
so that i can watch them burn trails on your skin
the echoes of a universe long disappeared
they're a reminder that i too would spend a lifetime
to reach you

He is the volcano
erupting blazing heat
that could either destroy you
or initate rebirth - love born out of ash.

I only want to love you,
for the shortest of time,
since moments are the only thing we will remember.
Unaccounted blips in eternity.
You don't know me.
Have never met me.
Talked to  me,
or felt me.
Does that make loving one another impossible?
I hope not.
Because it might be the only chance we hold
if we believe in destiny.

I saw the angel in the marble,
and carved until I set him free.

I envy the overarching morning light, her ability to travel any place. The affinity to marry day with night. Being the rising sun for the falling rain.
Darkly jealous I want to stake my claim, with shattering storms unquenched,
but I let her touch your body anyway.
She'll caress it softer than I ever can or would.
And if she awakens you with love aroused from dreams clenching secret gasps.
Know it's my thoughts carried through to you...

Torrents of my dark and molten heat ripping sense and traitorous heart apart.
You're brandished like a tattoo on my soul. I've imprinted the silhouette of you.
And in the bleak of the forfeited night.
She'll bring your touch for me to hold. A treasure for cold and lonely nights to keep,
when your embrace will be the only ember that can warm
my sobbing winter's bones.

So did I worship you enough?
Did I compose a love story in dreams
that could rip time and universe apart?
I hope I might...
Since I could draw the map of you by heart. Your skin forever branded on my lips,
and the taste of your whispers forever shaped on my tongue.

Inside my armor I feel
the popping and twisting of bones
grinding against old cartilage,
Built up from prolonged neglect of pressure.
I can’t really decide if it is pain or pleasure.
Last time we met before you slammed the door in my face,
you told me while pushing me against the kitchen wall:
- Lie to yourself as much as your heart can take,
but never ever lie to me.