even if it’s fleeting, the last few notes of a song surrounding the
fog I cannot see beyond,
I’m still waiting for your hands to
break through this mist to find me and
move me in ways no one else can.
And when I wake up, all of my insecurities
close in,
they are wolves at the door reminding
me that when you’re gone
I lay here and memorize the exact
shape of shadows that your absence
carves next to me in bed,
haunted by the knowledge that your
eyes trace along the moon’s cold silver
disk and wish to know where another is
While I only long to fill whatever space in
your heart I’ve yet to occupy,
that my touch could say all you’ll ever need to know about love.
Knowing I might never be enough,
I still wouldn’t hesitate to give it all.
An entire universe changes when your
presence halts my breath and becomes
my eyes,
the ones I wish you could see yourself through the way I always have,
I cannot see beyond your sleeping form,
our heart’s aching beating chambers
surrounding the knowledge that everything is fleeting.
We’re just vessels in our time here,
it’s only love that knows how to pierce
anything beyond the remnants of still
bone and tissue that we’ll become.
But it’s everything temporary about us that communicates this message,
the lips softly closing over creases and curves,
fingers running through beautiful tangles of hair,
eyes illuminating our vulnerable skin unclothed skin in the dark
when you enfold me.
And I know my insecurities are wolves
clawing at the door when you’re gone.
Haunted by the knowledge that another’s
name can trace along the spaces in you I’ve
yet to map and understand.
Knowing I may never be enough,
I still wouldn’t hesitate to try and be
all your heart will ever need to know about love.
