#longing for you
And what of falling stars,
and crashing waves?
What of split tectonic plates?
What of
you,
me,
us,
and the yawning chasm
between?
(Do you still say my name like
the only
prayer
you’ve ever
known?)
Drink my daydreams of
us
from my
shivering
belly button.
Let me clasp my hands around you and
hold your
venomous maw
against my womb.
Beloved betrayer.
Erstwhile naysayer.
Dearest love,
I am
devoted
to you and your
damnation.
That poison from that cracked rock -
I drank it, too.
I drank it, too.
Lick the salt from my eyes
and
kiss the copper from my lips -
embrace me one last time,
beloved.
Sup on my sorrow and
drink me dry.
I would let you
bury your dagger
of
deceit and accusations,
as long as you did it
while
you held me
one
last
time.
You cannot save a dying star
(no matter how much you love it).
