So often lately I question what was real. Those months with you I felt more myself than I ever have. A lifetime of pretending, until you. I could never quite believe it was true...this desire you had to peel back the layers I'd built up over the years...your hunger to know my "Real"...
The poetry you wrote in breathless whispers on my skin...now scabs barely covering wounds still oozing pain...
you
traveling the lines of your hand
with my fingertips
almost absentmindedly
when i feel it
there in your palm
the crossroads of you and i
and i press my lips to the spot
the becoming of us
my heart leaping
at this knowing in my bones
it has always been you
all along
you
the keeper of my heart
the bearer of my dreams
my everything
I Will Forget
Someday, I will forget you.
I'll forget the sound of your voice
calming my madness.
I'll forget the sweet taste of your kiss
on my bruised lips.
I'll forget the feel of your scruffiness
against my softness.
I'll forget the light in your eyes
dancing in mine.
Yes, someday, I will forget you.
But not today.