There is a swell inside my chest
Pressure steadily increasing
With each breath, I take
In your presence
Close,  so close
To the skin of insistence
Shall I?
Could I?
Take the chance to plummet

I have touched the edges,
Of forever
I have mouthed romanticisims
And sighed deep
Into the collarbones
Of those I thought could keep
My secrets, hidden
I have sunk into the flesh
Of lovers, I longed to call home
Tangled my vines around
Their bones,  and clung to the hope
Of a love that wouldn't grow old
I have shouted from rooftops,
Names that no longer cross my lips
Like fingertips, brushed across with longing
Branded myself with irons
That no longer have embers
to keep them aglow
And only my scars to remind me now,
That for a time,
They were mine.

Do not fear me, love
I have no penchant for pain
Just a strong desire
To be held longer than a fleeting moment
A poor merchant of poems
I could write you, into eternity
And if only
For a brief meeting
Our parallels have intersected
I'll carry you with me, in parchment
And memories
For this is far more than just
Children playing at intimacy