Oh how the freckles grace you pale skin, forming a map and an ocean, my fingers the airplane,
- gliding across the mangrove forests your eyelashes form
Fiery strands of silk glowing in the reverie, underneath the palm tree –entangled with poison ivy
I wanted to ask you to stay, I needed you to stay, but you were like sand, slipping from my fingers,
The ocean swept you away during evening tides, faraway to the Bermuda triangle
Your fingerprints etched on my spine, blazing in the iridescent sunlight,
Lips still tingling in the morning light, drawing into a smile, reminiscing past time.
Then fading, frowning, morose from the flow of life, the course of time.
Cracked shells abundant on the beach, no traces of hued sand dollars,
Too many love song records, your playlist pumping like a beating heart in my ears,
Feeding me lies, the idea of eternity drowning me in its addictive incense
Deadly and irresistible like the deadly nightshade, but love, time shot me
We bled profusely, till we were outlines of chalk, a mess of capillaries and a
Web of broken bones, till we couldn’t breathe anymore and the memories became our drip-
The only hope.