Well I feel it in me now
I said
Your lovely cheeks becoming red
I feel the tired tightness
In my chest and in my bones
Variations on the theme of
"Will I ever have a home?"
I think I love you
Whispered you
In my ears and flowing through
The air around our touching lips
Moments before the moment rips
Itself beside its fragile frame
There is no there
It's all the same
This time and then
What happens next
Like remnants of some withered text
A marble statue of my passions
The instant that they
Fall away