Your scent has left my skin,
for good
My hips have aligned others,
better than you ever were
But that doesn't change,
how much I still need you
when the sun goes down.
You are my desert,
the place I found comfort,
even though you scorched my skin.
I still don't know,
If I will find another place,
I love
as much as I loved your cactus flowered torso,
your red rock skin,
the way you warmed me,
through my icy insecurities.
I have loved you for too many years,
through too many mistakes,
through too many dust storms,
and my heart is chained to your desert sunrise,
but the sun has already set,
for good,
maybe.
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 12:26 AM UTC
Your scent has left my skin,
for good
My hips have aligned others,
better than you ever were
But that doesn't change,
how much I still need you
when the sun goes down.
You are my desert,
the place I found comfort,
even though you scorched my skin.
I still don't know,
If I will find another place,
I love
as much as I loved your cactus flowered torso,
your red rock skin,
the way you warmed me,
through my icy insecurities.
I have loved you for too many years,
through too many mistakes,
through too many dust storms,
and my heart is chained to your desert sunrise,
but the sun has already set,
for good,
maybe.
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