Before I begin, I need you to know, that if I could, I'd love your body in oceans.
I'd let you wash over me.
I'd leave meteors on your body and scars that you wish you could make tattoos.
With every stroke of your thumb against my cheek I am withering.
You are dusting away at a face that could be smiling if only we could sit in silence.
I am not much for speaking, not one for touching.
If all we accomplish is looking at each other, that may be my biggest achievement.
If my lips could crash into yours, if 400 degrees could melt them together and then settle under the bridge of heaven, I would say yes.
I would kiss your neck like it was my last meal.
Feel your skin like it's going extinct.
Inhale the scent of your clothes as if they may burn to ashes.
But I am not going anywhere without you.
Everything we've discovered together might as well be lies
as pretty as the eyes you witness the world through.
Time is up.
I've never been good at endings.