Goodbye, my love.

Who promised me his heart and soul was devoted to mine for eternity.
Who kissed me harder than a hundred bees poking their stingers to my veins
Who cuddled me tighter than the ocean drowning  
my weak bones.
Who vowed to love me unconditionally and never
hurt my broken self.
Who brought me deeper than our
our underwater castle, where our planted roots grow.
Who made me dream of things I was taught not to think of.
Who gave life back to me.

Who makes her laugh
Who is forcing paranoia and images I’ve never seen before
in my wooden head
Who is alienating my life into bits and parts

Who brought my shell back on.
Who has proven me wrong yet again.
and Who gave me something no one else had ever given me.

Thank you, my friend.

I signed this providence with no reluctance
and I loved him.
His kisses had the same satisfaction of catching raindrops in my mouth,
Hold, my contract dissolved before my eyes,
I felt lumps on his skin that used to be my kisses.
I weakened him and pushed him back so many times.
This bird that flew so proudly was now a corpse and I, the murderer.
I dreamed of raindrops on my tongue, I got them back so many times.
Before the judge, we sat on opposing sides of the halls.
“What caused this end?” The judge questioned, I wondered.
I was floating on the floor. I needed his warmth,
He needed an end.
I signed this providence with only reluctance.

I stare at your eyes and gather;
I close mine and wait:

the soft, yet vapid
on my lips, slightly open.
Yours cupped on my overlip.

The charged air, the sublimed space.

I close mine on yours,
and stay.
The comfort of overwhelmed.
We stay, please.

I push.

The warmth
of your every breath on
my philtrum:
you are with me, now;

I feel my bridge on yours
point it
and rest
on the vast, skin beside.
(carry me)

I run my thumb
on the smooth of your jaw,
the tender and sweet in
them lips
your delicate beauty.

Yes, dear:
I drown myself tonight
in your mouth.
We glow
in our little corner of the dark,
and starless sky.

Your brow loll on my forehead
your eyes gently unshut
looking
beyond the locked lips,
and the caressing chins,
on us.

Because.

My love,
more to tomorrow
and growing surround,
the ephemera of the night:

our lips,
inevitably,
will part.