You sit there with your scotch
reminiscing in the beauty of
the past
Your gaze slightly unfocused,
skin glowing softly in the pale
light of the screen.
I sneak a peak at you before
gulping down my own drink
its iciness chilling me right
down to my toes
Goosepimples erupt haphazardly
on my skin, a warm sensation
rushing up the planes of my
body.
I feel the full force hit my brain
in seconds
throwing my vision off balance
for a few seconds.
I close my eyes and can feel
my heart beat trying
to break the bonds of my ribs.
With a hasty deep breath I
open my eyes once again
admire the beauty of
your face.
One I believe to have been
sculpted lovingly
by Zeus himself.
Your fingers brush against
my skin to gain my
attention.
Their touch ever so slightly,
igniting my own with an
unending thirst.
a thirst only your submission
can quench.
I can see your soft lips move,
words rolling off so gracefully
but I cannot hear them.
I'm lost once again, in the
lines of your face.
You look my way in confusion,
wondering the cause of my
abrupt silence.
A silence I usually filled with
my cheery thoughtless words
that amused you ever so.
Your eyes meet mine and
once again I'm lost.
Drowning in the pools of
those pupils that reflect
the deep sadness of oceans.
My brain stops functioning
going pitch black like the night.
Words weigh a ton
struggling to leave the safety of my lips.
I slowly get up, wobbling
in the daze of alcohol.
My eyes glued to yours,
strung together in an
invisible connection
I cannot decipher.
My hand reaches out for yours
trembling in anticipation and
fear of the unknown path I've
set forth on.
Your hand finds mine in that
pale light and holds it firm,
reassuring my movements.
Your eyes still fixed on mine.
I move too quickly in my
excitement
tripping on your carelessly
thrown t-shirt.
Immediately your other hand
shoots out
grabbing my waist painfully
in an attempt to steady
me.
Yet I fall nonetheless
straight onto your lap, the
plastic chair creaking in protest
at the added weight.
And then once again there is
silence.
A silence
soon broken by the
sleepy mumblings of a
passed out friend which
falls on deaf
ears.
Your arms snake themselves
around my insufficient waist
holding me close.
Your cheek resting against my
long neck with a sigh.
No words spoken,
None are needed.
My own arms sneak slowly like
caterpillars crawling up your
back and resting themselves
around your neck
With your hair brushing
against them softly
with the sway of the wind.
This all feels new but
comfortable all the same.
We sit like this for what
seems to be hours
just holding each other.
Our hearts beating against
eachothers chest.
Competing with the speed of
the other.
And soon too soon,
its time
for us to pull away.
Reality slips in without us
realizing its presence until
its too late.
I try to keep it at bay
failing miserably in
doing so.
I can feel myself being
pulled away from you
but I hold onto you,
like a babe to his
mother in fear.
You are my life boat.
The only buoy of hope that
floats across my ocean of
misery.
I can feel the claws of doom
dig into my flesh.
Ripping me away, ruthlessly
from the saviour of my soul.
The pain keeps on growing
until I can feel it in my
very veins.
Burning my flesh away
in an infinitious fire of
sadness.
There's nothing more I can
do now.
Once again I've been trapped
by Hell's very own furnaces
of hopelessness
that burn to cinder even
a microscopic shred of hope
that could cool off a cell of misery
I live with
each day....
