Charcoal grey lines of your lashes
Fill my vision as laughter expands like bubbles beneath my
Ribcage.
liquid happiness curls down the vains lining your arms as you pluck
my heart strings one by one with familiar palms
Familiar fingers covered in charcoal.
The dust of longing clinging to our frames
as we curl in eachothers warmth
hidden beneath the silky darkness of the distant sky
stars which laugh distantly at our foolish words.
words that fall as charcoal does
soft, light, all consuming in its subtly
coating the whispered phrases in a filmy darkness.
Even as our hearts beat and our breaths become one it is
somewhow perfectly dissonant in its innocence.
I am not innocent.
The draw you hold on my body is unshakable
unspeakable in its strength  and for years the faded pictures have wrinkled
have crumbled gently at the edges
soft strokes of light dust marring the surface
but it is still beautiful
you are still beautiful.
Black as charcoal
the love I feel for you
stains my heart.
And I have found years later
lovers later
I cannot let you go.