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By Briana Kassia Date: 2010 May 09 Comment on this Work [[2010.05.09.02.51.24077]] |
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I will never feel loved like that again stretched out on a bed too hot sunrubbed and swollen and the only thing in the world is the sound of your breathing as we slip drift down deeper drowning into sleep I will never feel so sodden again full of the weight of you the sweet sweat of you stinging my heart enchanted and bespelled and so fearfully unafraid I tried to hold you within and yet without tried to keep my distance while drowning in your voice, your hopes, your love gasping, panicked, flailing in a dream that seemed more and more to taste more of dust and salt than truth and desire never to look beyond tomorrow gave me nothing left me with nothing and the summers stretched before us like an endless horizon sea and sand and bitter salt so I gave up hope that honeyed flower with such poison thorns I gave you up I gave up on you I abandoned us to the distance to the fear and the pain sacrificed your heart to appease some ancient fearful god and the nights are longer the world spins slower the days of hope are over |