To The Moon & Back

A beautiful porcelain statue of perfection,

She lay in my arms,

Asleep in her sin.

She inhales

I exhale

Mile upon mile of flawless

Godless

skin.

I stare in disbelief.

Does she know

that I hate myself?

Does she know

that I love her?

I am weak and you

you are a vision in my bedsheets.

It was meaningless,

she said.

I was drunk,

she choked

through rehearsed tears.

I swallow my fear.

I have loved this one before,

knelt in teardrops at her door,

Poor decision, poor

design

Resigned 

to the beat of my heart

like the roar 

of her breath in my ears

a different face

a different name

but just the same-I've been here.

You will crush my very breath

until it hurts to swallow air.

You will singe my very heart

until it's ashes

catch in my throat

& float away on the sunset's breeze,

landing on your gypsy tongue as you speak

lies as sweet

as you

and the night air resonates with your false

'I do.'s .

Author's Note

just a rough draft.