Still your
Kiss feels like
No others
It makes
My whole
Body warm
I melt into you
My body
Trembles
As your lips
Are pressed against
Mine
My body
Whispers
"I want more,
Give me more"
I submiss
Getting deeper
Into the motions
And farther
And farther
Away from
The real
World that's
Still going
On around us.

I don't remember, any more,
The exact shape of your hands
As I held them in mine,
Caressed them,
Memorized the length of your fingers,
The depth of your calluses.

I don't remember, any more,
Exactly your height, how much
Taller than me
You were, where
My head rested on your chest
When you held me tightly close.

I don't remember, any more,
Your scent, when we lay together
Creating our own
Magic rhythm,
Matching our heartbeats as we
Touched the sky, together.

I don't remember, any more,
The sound of your voice, calling
My name as though
It were a song
Within itself, a precious treasure
You valued with all your being.

And I don't remember, any more,
The color of your eyes, the shape
Of your lips,
Only...
How your eyes crinkled at the corners
And your laugh, as you told me,

"I love you."

Round three o’clock,
I’ll roll over— wide-eyed and violent,
Tummy to the bed;
Leaning on my elbows, thoughts racin’ through my head
Like I never slept at all.

I’ll look around, searching for something
In the empty night; in the empty bed,
Anything that’ll keep me free from my head, but
I won’t find it— just my half-eaten dreams. And me:

Hungry cannibal,
Watching in despair
As they shiver and dissolve, like whispers in the air—
But they’ll come around again; they know me well.

All too soon I’ll step out
From the empty bed
Where the monster sleeps, and I scramble at threads

That shiver and dissolve  in the empty night
Where morning hides. But that’s alright;
I’ve come to love them, the frost and the stars—

Perhaps like me, they’ve got lonely hearts.

I will hold my breath,
Still with anticipation of the day
When children sleep soundly in their cribs,
When hounds stand poised and alert at their master's side,
When high school friends recognize each other after years of separation,
When the mendicant wanders a cold city after dark,
When the ever-thirsting stock broker buys the American dream with stolen money,
When a sorry little girl embraces a once furious, now placated mother,
When a college student spends days in a library and nights drowning in cheap beer,
When a cozy red hand knit scarf protects an old man in the unforgiving snow,

When I finally find what I've sought for so long,

That will be the day I stop writing and start singing our song.

If I could write a million stories
about the way things used to be,
I wouldn’t write a one.
I’ve tried to forget, to forgive,
pretend you never happened.
It simply doesn’t work.
But I’ve done my crying and
I’m no longer angry.
So I’d like to say, finally,
that you made me who I am today.
For better or for worse, I let you in.
And I’m okay with that, and
have a good day, because…
I will.

Come, let our hearts embrace thy warm embers,
I will keep you safe beneath my feathers,
I will be the moonbeams to light your way;
Beseech reasons to awaken each day.
Come, let our tongues speak every truth’s decree,
To sing a once melodious harmony;
The angels descend from heavens, and trust,
We will be forever till worlds are dust.
Come, let our eyes never be left deceased,
Behold thy love, of which my warfare ceased,
Of my tears diminished and secluded,
I would clench roses, of roses which bleed.
My love resembles upon every shore,
Of laments of sadness will all deplore.