there are few angels that sing

the last time i saw you
you rested my head on your shoulder
stomach churning like sea foam
our kissing touch in this
homesickness for wrestling in your eyes
missing a heaven i'm not sure we had
trying to get somewhere in the density
in the dark of that embrace
but you are never going there
you wouldn't touch me
and i knew to leave as quickly as i could
i'll become a gone face
fallen, like embers,
voyaging away
like the waning pitch
of a siren
in the nighttime