I take one breath and the tears snap at my ankles
One rolls down my cheek, another forming
Where there’ll eventually be crows’ feet.
Another breath, I’m knee deep
In thoughts of you and me,
Salty water rising lazily
One more breath and I’m sunk to my waist
Each touch, a memory
Every kiss a lesson
And my lungs, submerged
Yet another breath and
I can taste my tears
All of my hopes and dreams and fears
They all led back to you,
And you crushed them so callously
One last breath and now I can’t see,
I let the ocean take me
It came from eyes

My first thought is always
That I hope you’re safe
My first wish that
You’re happy and well
My first prayer that you’re
Always that way
My heart rate quickens
My eyes narrow
Be safe; be happy; be well,
My love

You’ve never kissed me
Quite so tenderly
I felt as if you
Didn’t really want to leave
A hand on my arm,
Another on my leg
Softness, silence

Your eyes, blood red. Every vein, every artery pulsing with desire. Your most primal need, voiced so plainly, making my heart pound with longing. Wanting your hands on my skin; rough, urgent.
How do I fast forward a year? Seeing you is essential. My ivory craves your darkness.
The sky bleeds a thousand shades of blue, a million shades of ecstasy. Each drop is our mutual lust. How do I skip forward to next summer?
The monsoons will come in our homelands and our bodies will meet. Won’t they?
Not knowing is the hardest. How do I find it in myself to believe?
Your lips beg to be touched by mine, your breaths need to keep time to the beat of my pounding heart. How do I get you here?

You say what’s on your mind and it hurts me, so you take back your words because you still want me there when you need me to be.

Being far away from you is going to be so strange. 

I’ll be free to think about whatever I want, dream about whoever I want, love whomever I choose and smile whenever I feel like it.

I can’t remember what I used to think about before I met you, and I can’t imagine what I’ll be thinking about in September, but I’m eager to find out.

Being far away from you is going to be so, so strange.

There’s something you’re not telling me, something you’re not saying

June, be kind. Don’t hurt me like you did last time.

I put so many words into every touch.

Seeing death and tragedy hit so close just makes me want to tell you I love you. Not through texting or messages or any form of technology, but to your face, so you know that I mean it. I love you, now and always. Sure, it’ll fade eventually, but it’ll never go away completely. Because real love always remains.