It is day one
and I am alone in a hollow shell
with you,
in the dark
and our breathing turns
into short bursts of longing.
I let my fingers trace the god I found
shaped like you
and our eyes meet in the heavy darkness
along with our hands, arms, legs, and lips
I slip into the hollow shell we made
with twists and curves like a nautilus-
your sheets are the ocean tossed gently around us
loving
is an art, and I do it well
to the point where
I do not want to live tomorrow.
But it is day two
and I am dead without you
Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 4:14 AM UTC
It is day one
and I am alone in a hollow shell
with you,
in the dark
and our breathing turns
into short bursts of longing.
I let my fingers trace the god I found
shaped like you
and our eyes meet in the heavy darkness
along with our hands, arms, legs, and lips
I slip into the hollow shell we made
with twists and curves like a nautilus-
your sheets are the ocean tossed gently around us
loving
is an art, and I do it well
to the point where
I do not want to live tomorrow.
But it is day two
and I am dead without you
