your scent lingered of lavender and fire
the way your crass was sprung from a hug turned bliss
tried to write love but all has become mush
my fingers bleed normality and my breath is of uncertainty
you were all but ever, your fear of forever and never
a mind of a boy and the body of ones own
i die to think, your constant fears of brink
rather than with, you move with yield
a soulful life of yellow, a constant show of jagged edges
you stand with no attempt for hover
the letter of your death sits at the end of the bed
cancer that brought two to their edge
i lift from underneath, try to spring you to think
questions of past to future, our endless calls
you at the morgue, details of bodies that once lived
a tease that suddenly, without a notice of departure
moments of our truth, lying on the couch
hand pressed against my chest stroking life in its moment
we were only ever a moment until you asked for more
i only ever asked for the moment, but you seem to think i asked for more
you moved with fears while i swayed my hips
a pace of aggression and tension, constant fears that you couldn’t seem to comprehend
i wanted, but you could never frolic or flow
bathing in excuse after excuse while your eyes exude
i can’t seem to bend or break or find assurance within you
i see how you bleed and how the rapid moves slowly
the way you speak and ask to love more than yourself
as fierce as a lion and as shallow as the clear of malibu
you were never till i moved with ever
sharing a moment of bliss and your kiss
the teeth that broke my neck
i swim near the deck hoping you figure the ocean and understand why i never mind relaxing in something that seemed so shipwrecked