You're hardly there...
sketched, into the backdrop
of my convalescence,
in hematite brush strokes.
Not a flicker, of breath
warms the cold curve, of my cheek,
but I feel you cup it, anyway.
My own hand,
bloodless, bleached
collapses, in pain.
Fatigued, it creeps,
across the coverlet
in a wraithlike half dose,
to seek you, sleepily
and pull you, across the void.
To capture you, by the mouth,
and bring you, like a magnet,
into another dimension.
Lips, press down, as if stitched;
the Cupid's bow,
folds itself, into the lower lip,
and sutures shut.
It forms a thin veil, of suppression,
and secrets.
Stay with me...
stay with me, a while...
stay with me, until I fall
...a...
...sleep, overtakes me.
I'm too weak, to wrestle with it,
and sink, below its dusky tides.
Darkly, they swallow me.
I float, in an indigestible stupor;
caustic waves, ripping away
at whatever remains,
of me:
half-consumed,
in the raging belly,
of the beast.
Still... the melted glaciers, of my eyes
seek you, above the insouciant turn,
of melancholy tides.
I wish to tangle myself,
all around you
to knot about you, composed,
comprised, in looping ties
like ropes... that only bite,
into the fruit, of your skin
if you draw me around you, tightly.
And though, there's naught,
but an echo, of you,
above the seismic waves,
of pain
That same thought, rises
A shallow cry,
but it rips, through my soul
with the sudden release
of an arrow, leaving
the taut, aching pull,
of its bowstring.
Stay with me...
stay with me, til night, falls...
hold me, til the dawn, breaks...
love me,til our worlds,
collapse...
and, stay......
stay with me.
