Why do I still write about the pain of the blade when it hasn't kissed my hips for months
Why do I still write about you when you have not kissed my lips for even longer

When you fall asleep I will still kiss your upper back.  This does not take place in hope that you will wake up, I want my kiss to seep into your nerve endings and find myself in your dreams. Dripping my kiss into every ounce of your future.

can we go back
to that evening
where the sun and the moon
shared the sky
and all around us,
was a haze of pink fuzz
and birds flew overhead
dipping down into the water
dipping down into our veins
our flesh an entanglement
of one
human
body.
the waves,
i remember,
they were lucid
and always changing colors.
blue to green to white froth dusted in sunset.
can we go back to that evening
where the universe
decided to reflect
the appendages in our chests
and the love swirling in our eyes.