darling,
do not not know
this weight you cast
upon my weary heart?
are you a stranger
to the ache
of a somber mind,
or a soul that
withstands defeat?
truly, darling,
you are foreign
to this animosity.
for no other person
no other soul
would cast a stone
unto the heart of
a lover the way
you have.
darling,
your ignorance
betrays you.
your innocence
is the enemy
to you and i alike;
for,
how could i
love you
any longer
when my longing
is severed
by the bitter hand
of poor fortune?
and how could i
look into your cedar eyes
and say,
"darling, not anymore"
or,
"i cannot feel your
breath any longer"
or,
"leave me in my
despondency";
and how could i
touch your fair skin
and trace my fingers
over your lashes
your lips
your skin
and decide
that it is no longer.
darling,
give me your breath
just one last time.
give me your weight,
your undamaged kiss
and depart without a word.
for these lavender skies
tell not our fate;
so onward we press
and give our weighted hearts
to none.