I've been expecting you.

6 Apr 2013

Evolving

 Bless those days when our love blossomed like bluebells and we crushed them under our feet,
carelessly, thoughtlessly,
reveling in our reckless bravado.

You drank dark wine from my eyes.
The dull ache behind each tear and the weekly organized fights.
Each time, falling endlessly into your arms.
And there were arms- arms and legs to enfold me close
in my very own world of sweet-smelling sweat and nicotine.

The heavy weight of peace that burst in my head each time I awoke in your embrace.
Catching my breath when I saw the fire start in your eye again
and feeling your love grow against my thigh again.

Blessed were those days.

Now, your love flashes like lightning, fleeting, white.
Ominous on a rainy summer night.
And I hear myself pacing restlessly,
tirelessly,
for you to break upon me like a storm cloud
drenching a tired desert rose with old love
and new regret.

Insatiable.

 My toes curl when I hear you murmur my name,
hotly, softly, behind my eager ear.
And then all is naked silence.
And then I am left trembling,
like a white lemon blossom,
crushed.
The final sacrifice of a tidal, ancient passion.

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