Sent 12/15/10 1:00am
What drew you to the bed where I slept?
Wept…
My eyes grew red and hot,
Their corners brimmed full,
in ire, in sadness, in what I thought…
had killed this binding
But you came in and killed, instead, the bedside lamp
You kissed like you refused to lose
And still, you could kiss me…
Fabric fell past familiar hip bones
Do you want to…
It is dark, it is quiet
It is like perfect virgin messes, certain in a screw of bed wear, sheets, mattress
mattress
Beneath your makers’ bed chamber…
Keep silent.
But by God’s grace be far from still.
I will.
I catch your eyes’ glints by the light of the moon
the streetlamp the itdoesn’tmatter
(or the blacks of my eyes widen in the greatest affection), from ‘tween your blinds’ shadows
So I hold them like I hold you like I hold the sheets
Desperate in fashion
Keeping silence is our cruel oath
(yet, I hear you breathe I pray I am the only one who can set free that breath…)
Breathe for, look at, hold, love me this way forever
I didn’t want to..
And I don’t.
My throat is warm
With these words:
I love you.
Posted on January 4, 2011