a gentle look of affirmation
eyes so beautiful
yet lost in the requiems march of time
don't lie.
A soft hand on the shoulder
a gentle kiss
the warm air on your cheek
reminiscent of an ambiguous time.
I took one path but found my story fell like a stone upon your chromatic life.
A long drive to the finish was only a perception in my mind.
My eyes were closed.
I never thought I'd wake up to the sound of your sorry voice and confused gaze.
Lay on your side and ill refresh your memory.
Did you really get comfortable in my pain?
The ache of my story was your cool glass of water.
A late talk is actually an early step in your game
I call foul play
but pawns never had a say with a queen.
My ostensible look
the facade of my game
a true story with no linearity
a heathen.
Concealing sadness
stay beyond reproach
yet careen into the oblivion that is love.
The shivering isles of our commentary.
The dark scare of being tucked in by a stranger.
The translucence of a foreigners eyes
my monotonous speech to your ever prevalent change.
Her persona.
a wave in the ocean.
The scarcity of oxygen.
The dearth for love and yearning of coitus.
Degradation of my psych
the wasting away of my body
a pleasant atrophy
your love kept on the fringe.
Decay like wood among a termitary.
I beg for your love to permeate the confounds of a yearning soul.