He wasn't there at all; it was just the music that made her heart ache, swim, stir like those moments when they had kissed, when he had touched her hand, when
Tuck your nose behind my ear
Speak so softly I cannot hear
Lips pressed gently to my skin
Murmur nothing again, again
Slip your fingers up my throat
Utter hushed words so remote
It was simple,
A breath,
And I slipped from now to then,
And I saw your face again,
And your face remotely yours,
As we stood before the doors...
It was simple,
A
Fire burns at your fingertips
Fire that leaps from your perfect lips
Fire that heats all of what I am
Fire that burns in your epigram
At length, you and I are endlessly
“The trouble with a muse,”
(my dear friend said)
“is that one cannot control it.”
I am bound by the aches and pains,
By the emptiness and the questions that remain
In the
A thousand leaves quiver a million colored hellos
And I remember you.
A brisk wind chills my fingers
And I embrace the sensation,
Tickled by the thought of you:
Your warm hands on
I knew our days were numbered,
from the start:
Your soulful, aching gaze lingering;
Your life, your willful ways chaining;
You were a longing man amongst a pride of lions;
I am a
The rain streamed down so many panes of glass,
With you beneath, bustling, working,
And I watched…
My mirrored soul-streams spilled outside, reflecting
As my confessions, compliments, and I fell hopelessly, endlessly.
Fill me with your new love
With your way of seeing
With your way of knowing;
Fill me with visions of you
And drown out the memories of him:
I don’t want
I still need to see you.
I still need to breathe the same air as you
In the same spaces as you
In the same moments as you.
Perhaps there are greater things
One who is afraid of love, perhaps?
One who has been hurt before, and does not want to be hurt again?
One who has hurt others before, and does not want to hurt
Somewhere in me, I’m crying over you.
Your hardened heart and devilish mind say I am not supposed to,
And still, the tears well in my eyes
Because I love you
Because
So,
You think that it is ended,
That it is all my fault.
I can bear the weight of our responsibilities,
I can bear the weight of the pain of our unborn affair,
I am not for you.
You’ve said it:
You are not looking for beauty.
You regret asking me for my strength;
You regret asking me for all I am,
You said you
We all have secrets we don’t tell each other:
Mine usually start with “I love you”
And spill like starlight from my eyes;
Yours usually start with “I want you”
And spill
I deserve to be kissed with tumul,
To be loved with such a verve,
To be wanted, desired like none other,
To be pursued with the intent of a hungry wolf.
I deserve
Don’t you know that my heart aches for you?
For the way you smile,
For the way you dress,
For the way you hold yourself in a chair,
So gallantly,
So arrogantly,
Remember the days of blue skies and sweltering heat
when your love clung to me like the humid air
when your arms found their way around me
when your head rested upon me
Who are you
to walk into my life
to stare at me that way
with mesmerizing eyes
with an air of knowing
your body commanding me
your inaction owning me
then walk away
Passion emboldens me,
a temporary elixir
I rush, thrilled;
my veins fill thickly with
the thought of you:
Your eyes, holding my gaze,
filling my mind with
spears of scalding iron;
My memory