That slice of night,
When I keep you later, much later,
Enforcing the paradox of my concern for you;

When your lips find my cheek, my forehead,
My other cheek,
Averting the origin of muttered "I miss you"s;

When our eyes are full of shine,
Not because of the crass light of the moon,
But because we've hit the peak of silent interest;

That slice of night
When loving one another is permissible,
When all eternal sin is ephemerally sacred.

I'm begging for you to come back.
Days were brighter
Nights were longer
The breeze was sweeter
The nostalgia was stronger
Love was all enveloping:
Or was that you?

I'm begging for you to come back.
Nothing in this world is the same
Nothing around me matters as much
Everything is departing
Everything is distant
Everyone is bland:
Or is that just me?

I'm begging for you to come back.
I want colorful sparks known as moments
I want bountiful beauty to fill my soul
Consummation calls!
Information inquires!
Memories of you flit:
Creativity, will you stay?

Darling, your eyes on me
send my heart to a place of passion,
a place of intensity.
The eyes that belong to my captor,
the ones that captivate me,
enthrall me to extents unknown to others.

Love, your arms around me
secure the love I have for you
to it's correspondent place,
right to you, where I want it,
where you want it.
Those adoring arms,
caramel, caressing, caring,
tell me that no place other than there
is where I should be.

Dear, those pressing lips
that when first mingled with mine
the universe painted my life
with colors unseen to those without love.
Oh, those tender lips!
How understanding
How mature
How amorous
How passionate
I know from the language they speak,
the language mine speak,
that other lips upon mine
would be lost in translation.

Most handsome, your love is
a taste
a glimpse
a gentle touch
of the universe around us.
Your love fulfills me.
It's worth fighting for.
Its value is greater than that
of the many treasures of the world.
It's mine now.
And, I swear,
I will hold it close.
I will hold it as if
the wind could carry it away,
even though the winds
could never steal that from me.
Your love instilled passion into my life.
Your love has set my soul on fire.

They carried me to your room.
They placed me on your bed.
Pushed the hair out of my face.
Gently placed it behind my ear,
and softly played with it
as you read.
Benevolently caressing
my face and arms.

As caressing as they were,
as sweet as they are,
as guiding and protecting,
they drive me mad!

The way they make
my soul go through my skin.
How they pull out
the most dormant emotions
of the moment.
How they handle me.
Fingertips tracing my outline,
pushing away the unnecessaries,
pulling my lips closer to yours.
Warm and gentle,
yet pursuing,
traverse under a tent
that hides what is yours.
And as you take the seconds,
and make them hours,
my body yearns.
It's screaming for a warmth,
a very specific one.
Yours.
Your kisses slowly
down my neck to shoulders,
send me into shudders.
And these shudders continue...

And the perfect cliff hanger.
We must postpone this for another moment.
And if all is as intended, that moment would be perfection on earth.

I only have a year.
I only have a short time
with you to show you
who I am,
how I love you,
why I love you,
and enjoy you.
I only have a year to show
that I want a lifetime,
to prove I want a lifetime.
And if I do convince you
to give me such,
I only have a lifetime.
I only have that to show you
how much I loved
and will love you.

I could sleep a bit more
if you'd wrap me in caramel
I could relax just a bit
if you locked me with your eyes
I could be less of a pessimist
if you'd give me a reason to be an optimist.

You could speak in whatever language you know,
and I could just sit and listen all day long
You could ask me philosophical questions
and I could sit and talk for hours
You could play with the edges of my clothes
and I could dismiss the normalcy.

How about we spend some time together
and forget about the rest of everything?
You're about to leave,
I want to leave;
What'll happen then?
How about we make the most of what little we have left?

Once, a plethora of emotion:
Now, a simple shadow-
Love, you I shun.

Pain, a rejected inheritence:
what heresy to treat it
with amorous patience.

Epiphany!

Father, Love
Child, Pain.

Holding no part will I
in such incestuous ways.