Trembling fingers trace the contours of your body,
starting from the straight edge of your jaw,
down to the smooth ***** of your bare chest,
and over the sinewy muscles of your forearms.

I inhale softly,
watching as the pale morning light permeates through the curtains,
falling over your body like a canopy,
committing to memory the quintessence of your being.

Not knowing how much longer I can stay,
aware of the unraveling of cords that bind us,
I desperately hoard the precious fragments of you,
to lock up, weigh down, and toss into the abyss of my soul.

"You are so beautiful", I'd whisper as you sleep,
somewhere off in your dreams,
far away from me.

I'll press my lips against yours for the last time,
savoring the taste of your breath as I stand up to leave.

"It's not you. It's me", will be the pathetic excuse I'll give.
I'll cut you off my contacts,
and block you on my phone,
because darling, I want you to hate me,
until I no longer feel like home.

When the moment comes that I'm finally ready,
I'll unblock you and ring you up.
You'll probably answer me with crude, heated words,
or maybe you won't pick up at all.
"My dear, you are so beautiful",
I'd whisper anyway,
before letting myself fade away into oblivion,
so I can be reborn as a ray of sunlight,
pouring over your body as you make love to someone else.