i yearn to never part from you. i crave your scent in my atmosphere and my gaze on you to be unfamiliar with relinquishing you. allowing these years to wash us by, so at the End’s doors, i can face Death and her scythe urgently, to kiss you once more.
what about me? darling creator, what about me? all the mountains you raised every land you made flourish these oceans you cried and i remain forsaken? what about me?
this heavy heart of mine, makes friends with the roots of the earth as it sinks me into its embrace. perhaps i should remain. perhaps i will be, strong enough to bear all the tears kept away in my soul.
lay weary in bed with me. let the minutes morph into hours and hours into days, the world is right here at the tip of our fingers, in the way we embrace one another.