From the crest of your head,
To the ***** of your feet.
I love every inch of you,
A couple of forevers.
Only makes you taste,
All the more sweet!

I get lost in the ocean,
That lies behind your eyes.
A manifestation of your love,
Even greater than
What's between your thighs!

Making constant eye contact,
To disseminate later periods of bereave.
As open as a window,
On a cool summer night's eve.

A couple of forevers,
Just falling leaves from a tree.
A couple of forevers,
Just small trials to endure.
Even smaller,
When I think of you,
Spending forever with me.

but what is forever, if not days just numbered too slow? then, love, we have spent forevers with a couple of sighs and a cigarette away from breaking under the moon — such a devastatingly beautiful sight. then, love, we have spent forevers with cherry-red lips against the thinnest parts of the skin, like dahlias pressed to the pages of a coffee-stained book. then, love, we have spent forevers naming skyscrapers and dying lights — calling them magic, calling them ours. then, love, we have spent forevers crafting words out of our pulses, leaving unintelligible whispers in the wake.

this no storm; this is the calm's betrayal.

and yet, i will hold you the way december holds onto her nights made of hours slipping too slow. i will recite to you all my unwritten postcripts until we have a word for emptiness, so searing — for forevers that end too soon. i will kiss you for the last time, even when these kisses are but the final blunders. i will slowly strip all this remaining love — i have nowhere to leave it in but here — in the space between these words. and i will depart amid the night's silence, leaving behind a briefcase of poems and dahlias bent at the stem, knowing that we have spent forevers against each other's skin, on each other's lips, in each other's arms.

but then, love, what is forever, if not days just numbered too slow?

Temporay forevers,
distant tomorrows.
Broken yesterdays
drenched in tears
of sorrow.
Permanent questions
with temporary answers.
These thoughts
have filled me with silence,
spreading through my
body like a cancer.

It was the sweetest start
with the most bitter ending.
My mother's love
is a decision that
is forever pending.
My open wounds
beg for salt,
even though they
throb of the pain
when it gets rubbed in.
I've come close
to death's pool before,
but have never had
the courage to be thrown in.

I ask for you wherever I go,
you're the cure for which
I have always been searching.
The only conclusions
I've ever come to are
those which leave
my soul purging.
Undress my heart
and renew my soul.
Be the *******
which keeps my blood surging.