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I wanted you to know
But I wasn't allowed to say it
Years had passed
We'd both moved on
Life changed
As it does
But the constant
The thing I've never said aloud
Just kept it quietly tucked away
Locked in a little box within my heart
The one I've written about time and again
The one I hope you read about
Hope that you still have the key
It holds all of our moments
All of the beautiful things that make you
The one I just couldn't forget
His words peel off the page
The way I imagine he'd remove my clothing
Intense
Tender
Passionate
Verse that pulls me under like the current
Of an ****** on the verge

Tantalizing my extremities
I remember that night not vividly, but excitedly.
Awakened by his wildness, his quiet freedom, his lack of care.  
I remember watching him maneuver between structures like an animal uncomfortable being confined by anything man-made.  
Cautious, watching, going after only what it needs.
I remember feeling his scent through my entire body.
Each inhale filled with adrenaline and abandon that dripped into my lungs making my heart pound.
I remember him peering at me through a curtain of thick black lashes.  
Accentuating fierce almond brown eyes with golden tones reminiscent of the sunsets we'd both known so well.
The moment he was close, my skin piqued with the heat of the desert that ran through our bloods.
His hands gliding across my back freeing my ******* in a snap before his mouth demanded to be met.
I remember being lifted onto a cool metal work table only for a moment before incandescently melting into the scorching ****** of him.
Holding on and letting go.
Riding his freedom.
Tasting his heat.
Feeling his wild.
Losing the me this world sees
Liquifying into the connectedness
Of the memories of we both craved
What we both ached for.
Becoming the sand and the sky
The red earth and painted desert
Our heated breath amplifying into thunderous purple clouds.
Sweat dripping down our bodies like a craved desert rain.
Until the monsoon took us over and left us quivering.
Relishing in the freedom.
The wild....
I think there might have been music playing somewhere in the background that we laughed about later...but I can't remember for sure.
I had no possession to give
So I cut out a piece of my heart
Wrapped in the delicate paper of hope
Allowed seconds to be hours
Minutes to be years
Decades of life we'd never know
Love we'd never make
Devoted his essence to memory
And before the moon rose
I watched him depart
Piece of my heart in tow
Papered hopes littering his trail
As he walked away from me
July 2, 2016
The painter was called
A portrait of Madame
Such a vision he created
What vibrancy
What life
Illuminating color
Capturing allure
Beguiling dark eyes
An enchanting slight smile
Resting on plump pink lips
The smooth ***** of her neck
Leading down to supple breast
Creamy, tender, full
So perfect as though it was
Prepared to accept her very soul upon it's ****** departure
Her ageless tomb
For this was the work of The Reaper's brush stoke
On display for all to admire
The beauty this life had once been
Commissioned to hang in his corridor
Allowing death to be sweet
Seductive
His enchantress to hell
Deadline met *wink*
I sat on the cold floor of my bedroom somewhere around 3am

Why is it always some ungodly hour with poets?

Anyway, I sat on my cold bedroom floor
Scribing of words about you, of course...

...They're always about you...

...Scribbles of words
Crumpled up into *****
Because nothing ever seems to come out right
The words don't fit

Your beauty
The depth of my love for you
How I ache for the loss of you...

...How you're the worst person that could ever exist for sending me to this hell of emotion on my bedroom floor at 3 o'clock in the morning.

Start again...
Can't you hear them?
The screaming
The madness
The fear

Like a knocking at your brain
Demanding to be heard
Can't you hear them?

Their voices
Reaching like hands from the grave
Ready to pull you under
Into tumultuous rage

Clothes shredding beneath fingernails
Wraiths twisted faces
Staring you cold with empty eyes

They don't even bother to hide
They wait beside the bed
Not having the consideration
To be beneath it

Can't you hear them?
Circling around and around
Until bile threatens to expel

Make it stop
Make it stop
Quiet the torture
This dizzying torment

Can't you hear them?
These monsters beyond the veil
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