made
an excuse
of our precious time
together,
and now i’d offer
my last drop
of truth
to waste it
all again.
abstract
found me ready
to run
at first whiff of
a storm,
yet i stand here
in puddles
my gaze set
on yours.
a full moon shrouds
me full too,
though not
as magnificent,
nor able
to illuminate
those shy to
nighttime
in the same
enchanting way.
with a
whisper-
you drew me closer
than i’d been
before,
and when our lips
met i felt a
longing
stronger than my
fear of
more.
stirring coffee
for the
swirl..
it
spins
while foam
bleeds
in
as bubbles
separate.
take me..
like only you
know how
to hold me like
you do..
not need the same
from me..
though i’m pleased
to hold you
too.
in mind’s
grey
the earth stops
spinning
long enough for
new colors to
emerge
from all corners of
the world.
you tamed the chaos
behind my
pupils
with mere mention
of a future
that wouldn’t present
in jagged
shards
for me to piece
together
alone.
change,
once again..
neutralizing expectations
and demands
of a mind, in
control
of
nothing.
hoped i could
outkiss
you
mistaking every
chance for
a test,
while i should have
yielded to the
wet
of passion on
my lips.
hands in the garden 
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