celyn

pale, drawn stranger
barely a word or a thought
but i find upon your face
our twilight hours deepening
into a gentle dawn.
your vines and strands
falling over skinny arms
a wooden-framed embrace
to hold me.
with your dancing apex
bare flesh revealing secrets
as you unwrapped my skin.
serenity of movement
my faltering kisses
belying my heart.
and infinite time
or so it seemed to me then
when we became, and left
and forgot.
i drew you from my veins
and stored my memory away
the only antidote
an amputation of self.
and now it seems that
dawn and twilight speed past
or they merge, indistinguishable
lacklustre, like i am
like i always was
but never knew.

it was different with you.