Catching the smiles that
sound those three words
from your lips
in our net made
of promises and truth
that makes my heart
melt away,
blunting the razor blade
of thought that
another heartbeat
will soon enough haunt you
from my finger.

Love me,
like never before.

Hold me in your arms as if i'm yours,
feel the warmth of my breath seep into your skin.
Let us burn a composition from abounding desires
and feed it something,
                                   like love.

If only for a day,
let us live in the moment,
before the future seizes it all as memories
that we play as recordings in our minds.
Wondering.

I need to know how it feels
to be uncontrollably loved
by you,

   for nothing,

          nothing

                 would
                        possibly
­                                    feel
                        ­                   more
                                                 utterly
                                                                ­ beautiful.

Your fingerprints
                          My skin

                                     And nothing.


But it ought to feel like everything
So right, so comforting, so whole.
Just one more time.
Close my eyes,
surrender my body.
Brain is screaming so loud in my ears that I fail to notice the silence until I'm stealing back my lifeless form that has been stripped away and replaced with your record tape of 'I love you' that I pin to my shirt and leave on the chair.
For anywhere else,
is just too close.

I wish I smoked.
Fancy a cigarette to inhale something.
Anything.
To suffocate the voice I grew
that left you speechless.
Silent.
The lingering of your synchronized heartbeat on mine;
a canvas layered in pain painted oils becomes
hard to clean.

You left me in limbo.

                                           Waiting.
                                                Waiting.­
                                                     Waiting.

Until.
You're sorry.
Your touch.

And like lightening,
                            
                        ­           Forgiveness.

Breathe in
the sweet crisp breeze
that laces the winds
and shakes the seasons
into sunkissed leaves
that sweep the city
like confetti celebrating the
arrival of the wedding of winter
before daylight exhales
and succumbs to bathe
under the beauty of moonlight.

Hush.