I'm writing to you, the only way I know how to,
entirely bare, naked, in the entirety of my soul,
attempting to sing, where no words or touch may reach you,
to be like a moonlight that with its glance can kiss,
and cover, your eyes and lips, and make even your clothes
sensitive to bliss,
To call you darling, is to say you are dear,
but if between our eyes it's so early, if we have yet to even begin,
how can I paint you the future I surmise,
past it being a simple painting, one among the hundreds
other fingers have colored, I want to have your heart panting,
I want you to feel the dark breaking,
Make no mistake, this is not about saving,
you are not a weak thing but a powerful one,
you are not seen, rather, I devour you entirely,
every inch and ounce, all that you are,
even if it kills me,
I take us as mark, a marker with which to draw,
to a slow stuttering drawl, the hours full of stark
meaningless pain, that the beauty of life has sworn to seal,
away forever, with just playing,
smile, because love is a truth, and from life's kind eyes
it is vibrating.
You are the emanation of a knife finally tucked away,
to give you my life, would be holding back,
all that I will give, was never mine to give back.