I know love and longing
are not one in the same
So I make no delusions
of love and its pain
but I fell asleep softly
to the sounds of the rain
and in the torrent unleashing
It uttered your name
I promised myself then
to fear no storm again
And the longing grew louder
In the raindrops you stain.

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His language would be his skin,
Rubbing against mine--desirous.
His words would be his fingers
Slowly parting the opacity,
Of my febrile, trembling body,
And entering me steadily, ceaselessly
Between my widened eyes and breathy gasps
Of dialogic, intellectual *******...
If Literature was a man.

I don't want to exist
I want to melt into
The darkness,
Vaporize in the air,
Only to envelope you,
After every sunset,
And be the one you breathe.