this empty shell
quiet hell
the record skips a track

you left me bare
stripped and scared
there is no going back

so why am i still dancing with you
the ghost of my past

so why am i still dancing with you
the hardest part of love
is when it doesn’t last

in the distance
there you are
each step a saunter toward forever
my preamble

i can wait

Library looks
There you are again
Palatial gazes
Music engages

The longer our eyes lock
the faster it becomes
Strings
            smoke
keys
            crack
And it builds
            and builds
                        and builds
and ceases
like that

You collect your items, I gather misgivings
You exit left, I stammer right

Today
you were an octave,
Maybe tomorrow
you are a symphony

In here, we coexist
Convoluted
Leonidas and Guinevere,
Sunlight on auburn hair
Worries evaporate in heart-shaped drops
Baring air with affection

In here, my thoughts are yours
Your lips are mine
Our hands are one
Each blade of grass a moment we can rest upon
Sublime

I spend days waiting for nights,
And nights wandering through days,
Hoping to catch you for one
single
moment

Silk smooth arms wrap me
        in a **** cocoon
Our noses brush each other
        like old pals embracing
My eyes are fixated onto yours
I see the sunflower rings
that encapsulate your pupil
Let my palms drag themselves
down your curves
Toes box at the edge of the bed
Minds committing foreplay

knotted
to be blind
to feel twisted
memories metastasizing
catalyzing
you go as quickly as you came
each fleeting meeting swifter than the last
that pressure permeating
postulating
it's alright
i'm still upright