#nocture
you tiptoe through the darkness
towards me, kissing my palm,
my forearm, my shoulder
my neck, my lips.
we lay here, yes, here,
and you caress me until,
like butter, or a sno-cone,
i have melted in your hands.
my bed is a sanctuary
and we've come to pray.
two strangers, comfortable,
knowing everything, and nothing.
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 7:44 PM UTC
the distance between us felt further the moment i was in your arms. your words were as empty as the wine bottles on your mantle, your kisses were needles filled with lidocaine.
laying in your bed felt like laying in a coffin. i wasn't really there. you weren't really there, either. the streetlights illuminated these lies we told ourselves in a soft, yellow wash.
i remembered as your breathing slowed that you didn't know my last name. the exposed brick walls taunted me with the whispers of pasts until dawn. the sun rose patiently. you didn't say a word when you walked me to the door.
i've realized love does not exist within the confines of your bedroom. it might not even exist within the confines of your heart.
you told me you were afraid you could never love anyone again. i took that as a challenge like a bird to a glass door. smash, blood, regret.
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 9:17 PM UTC