So far you have done it.
My body was cold before I met him
And we crawled
into the bed that had cradled us to sleep
And at nights when I felt that faint fear of flesh
Before me,
Leaving me if I closed my eyes
I couldn’t sleep nor let his hand go
Because if I had let go
I’d swear he’d float above me
Like a sunny day wasted inside,
He’d float above me
Like a missed shooting star
That’s only If I’d let go.
So I didn’t let him float.
Perhaps if priceless chances weren’t used up on the last one,
How steadfast, this could have been
Though could-have-beens
Could with him
I’m sure of this when we’re blazing
When my bones feel the summer
And I’m facing him
All the photos of his faces accumulate
In my corner
Where I cleared old things
To create these spaces
Though all the while fear similar to his own
Cant play it by ear
And it echoes on
:Yield before crashing
Yield,
before we’re nailing in photos of each other into memory before we sleep
Yield
before
We crash
And the impact is so strong
That we can’t come apart
Locked into space
Like a wrinkle on a paper that will not go undone
Fear is similar to love
And sometimes I fear,
I’ll lose
What I’m still not sure is there for the taking
Or if love making is simply love making
I wonder how much fear I exhale
When we’re tangled in bed
When his lips kiss the top of my head
When I’m without his certainty
I’m never so sure
And I’m puzzled for days
And those days I’m making connections
Betweens those things that upset me
Only to take him down with it
To take it apart before it’s completed
Because we’ve surpassed too many stages of comfort
For me to call out defeated
Before I could even remember his voice
There was comfort
Before there was a clear face to his name
Comfort
And though perhaps it’s not by choice
I fear it all the same
There’s no comfort in ending
No way
There’s no comfort in ending
No way
I continue to chant
i’m stirring with nightmares
Hoping each time
He’ll wake me
From this dim faded stage
Where roses pilled up
At my feet
And all that’s left is a memory
And for me to take a bow
How can I forget this?
This Fleeting bliss
All thats left is the crowds clapping now
If seasons change,
so shouldn’t this
He turns to me
And with a kiss
He Repeatedly makes me forget it