Love; an exercise
of letting go.

this
can't
be
all
there
is

Last nights tragedies
Weigh on cigarettes

I wanted it to be me.

We're tied by fate
marching with promises sewn over lips.
Our minds shut
and controlled.
They call us imperfect
if you can deny.
Sunken eyes and faded skin
we are the things you crave from within.
The city is disgusting.
A corpse of what it used to be.
We're aloof.
We let the drugs permeate our system.
We stay high.
The ground is caked in dirt and rust.
We are worth your trust.
It's feels sick when we think about what we used to be.
We are your twenty one broken dreams.

I try not to get carried away
It is hard I'll admit
Not to let my hands, my lips, my teeth
Explore your naked body.

I can't hear anything save for your breathing,
And mine of course,
As I hold you in my arms
And let my tongue dance across you.

You look away showing me your neck
Wanting, yearning for me to bite down..
I don't..
I've only just started to drive you crazy.

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Finally, face to face with your eyes penetrating me..
With effort you close them and part your lips just slightly.
You must be holding your breath it's so quiet now.
With my hands cupping your face I tilt your chin up.

I can feel the warmth of your face as I hover
My lips dangerously away from yours..
The wait is killing you as you grip my wrists
And tear them away from you.

I've done it. You can't wait another instance.
With force you wrap your arms around my neck.
My arms wrapped around your body.
Your legs locked around my waist.

That one kiss.
So much had to happen
Before we could get to it.
And it was so well worth the wait.

Almost midnight.
Walking on the beach
Close enough
Where footprints
Just
Wash away.

I wish you were walking right beside me.
Fingers laced.
The serenity.

It's beautiful looking out.
It's scary, but beautiful too.
The horizon
It's permanence.

Sadly these are the only times I look forward to the most.

the bulb in the ground is not enough
not enough to brighten the path
not enough to cut and place in a vase
not enough to give as a gift with chocolate
not enough to let dry and fold into a book
certainly it's not enough
but we see promise in the bulb
we water it
we tend to it
we protect it
we make sure sun shines on it
and even though it's buried
and we could dismiss it
we could say it will come to nothing
we watch, we wait, we help
and it's a tulip