Some moments are not to be captured
not in a photo
not in a story
not anywhere
Some moments should only live in a memory

I bury my face in the pillow
While the pillow smothers my dreams
And my dreams devour my heart
But none of this can be seen
When it's covered by my sheets

Last night I read your poem
in bed instead of writing
like I'd said I would.  I
had to start over twice
because my eyes aren't
as good as my heart
when it comes to stopping
and starting at pauses
heavy with losses.  Lost
causes and me seem to be
your specialties. Especially me.

I like her black dress,
the way it pools at her feet.
How she walks to the bed,
spilling over my sheets.
I drown in the depth
of her eyes.

Among the stars, above the sky
  I saw your beauty there
I reached my hand out just to try
  To touch your beauty fair

The stars were shining on your face
  The moonlight as your clothes
I stood up, began to chase
My heart sped up, began to race
You disappeared without a trace
  And I was left alone

Looking up, I thought I saw
  A star fall from the sky
A golden spark, unbound by law
  A fire that’d never die

I watched as you fell to the ground
  An angel sent from God
I heard my heart begin to pound
I looked and looked and looked around
But you were nowhere to be found
  I finally gave up hope

To my knees I fell to cry
  Upon the rocky ground
From behind I heard a sigh
  A soft and saddened sound

I turned around, turned to see
  A shadow in the night
I looked at you, you looked at me
You’d be the one to set me free
I felt like we were meant to be
  Up until you left

Chasing you into the night
  I followed where you went
I wouldn’t let you leave my sight
I’d not go down without a fight
‘Cause being with you, it felt so right
  I’d never let you go

As the sun began to rise
  You stumbled to a stop
You turned to look into my eyes
  My gaze I wouldn’t drop

I watched you as a golden ray
  Of sunlight hit your face
Then you spoke, began to say
Today, right now, would be the day
You would no longer go away
  I’d hold you in my arms

Time has passed and so have you
  This memory lingers on
The words I spoke to you were true
I loved you then, and still I do
Dear reader, I bid you adieu
  I go back to meet my love.

I will explore every inch of you.
I'll entangle the distance between
your lips with the dance of my tongue.
I'll count your ribs and locate
your vertebrae with my lips.
I'll smear my auric hands all over your body.
I'll paint you like a poem and
write you like a painting.
I'll form nebulas on your back
and study the origin of light
in your eyes.
I'll study the ontology of your laughter.

This is what I promise you;
not to love you, but learn all that you are.

Don't get too close,
they never told me if it's contagious ,
or not.

My heart is broken,
not hurt, like yours,
but it truly beats out of time.
It beats like a seizing drummer;
all panicked and hanging on
for dear life,
like two little sticks
can spare the strife.

He's mistaken,
that little drummer boy,
for his clock never ticks
the way it was meant to.
It does get bigger, though,
but they tell me that's bad too.
It doesn't grow like a flowering love,
No.
It enlarges like it's dying
from working overtime
all the time.
Don't add to it's burden, please.
Just take what you want
and leave.
Leave the rest of this diseased part for me.
I need every ounce it has
to survive as long as I can.

Don't get too close.
Don't drain what's left of me.
I need this heart to breath.