Kissing you and drinking tea
Hands that quiver unsteadily
Sunlight revealing your flowery home,
and awakening my love of thee.
In my thoughts you go to roam,
proceeding so,
******* gracefully.

A cup of porcelain too light
To hold anything but two mice
My hands in the morning;
weaker than my knees last night,
and softer than the tile flooring.
Wet stones of white.

Venturing back to your room
The dusty air, turpentine fumes
Your body a formed question mark;
wanting an answer, I presumed.
The sheets over washed and harsh
Softer than the foreboding gloom

Awaiting my fated reply,
I look into my lovers eye,
then dropped my gaze in such a way
that conveyed a true lie.
In the doorway I swayed, and
began to cry.

For one has never been in such
a situation so rushed.
I said goodbye and left you
Afraid otherwise it might be too much
Bidding you adieu, and
Forever missing your touch

My breaths would become fewer
For I held an unknown future
in which death outweighed survival.
I would not allow a single viewer
to watch the heavens await my arrival
and not the wrongdoers’