Its almost silent
Laboured breathing
Sighing
And yet
From only minutes ago
Our mouths, bodies
Souls
Were a ripple of sound and motion.

We were so loud, so very perfect

Meant to be.

You are safe now
Home
So so safe
In his arms and I must admit
Although it took the best part of
forever

I finally let go when I heard
How happy you were.

You were always quick to laugh
But only with your mouth
That mouth.
Never your eyes.
Fathoming, plunging blue.

You smiled.
Your heart smiled.
And I let you go.

Blemished is perfect
Covered is bare
Lips on her lips, and hands in her hair.

So there shall be a story.
A girl who pined for love.
Stretched out her skin, a razor pen, and wrote each word in blood.
Each letter was deceitful,
and each stroke was a sin.
Just so she held a final breath, no longer could she win.

If I were a fisherman I'd cast my line aside.
And close my eyes,
and lay me down,
and trust me to the tide.

But I don't the have privilege to use pure natures will.
So, for now, I just shut down, and keep my feelings in.