his sweet, shivering love
on a terrace with his arm against mine
smiling down at me with the entire sun
in his eyes
he brushes my wrist with his fingertips
a gentle kiss upon the fading scars
his eyes whispering a long lament
of i love you's
trying to **** the demon inside me
willing him to give me back to him
wanting to kiss me
and hold me
and hoping that one day
i would not reply to his 'i love you'
with the question of
*'why?'