I should like,
To abandon gravity,
And float,
Amongst the stars,
Where rushed embraces,
Fleeting, fumbling fingers,
And urgent kisses,
Do not leave me,
So dis-satisfied,
And hungry,
For prolongued collisions,
And tenderly whispered quotations,
Of love and death,
Sung so sweetly,
From your lips,
As to cause blood to rush,
Under your cool fingers,
As our hearts pound,
In syncronisation,
Counting the inconstant time,
With skipped beats,
And delayed breaths,
So easily over-looked,
And in spite of the warning,
They possess,
Forgiven and forgotten

Looking up,
To the clouds,
Bearing my soul,
To the Summer sky,
Bleeding,
Under the dome,
Of perfect blue,
Fractured but serene,
Because he feels,
So real,
So honest,
Nothing like I've known,
But so much more

I'm losing control,
Watching his body go limp,
In my mind,
Imagining his eyes rolling back,
And gradually closing,
Feeling his heart,
Halt to a sudden stop,
And visuallising his unmoving chest,
His head lolling and heavy,
The image unhinges me,
Heart too fast,
Eyes wide open,
Body shaking,
*Just another flashback

I know I'm missing out,
But it doesn't bother me,
Not all the time,
Because mostly,
I don't feel anything,
But the pain