Dearest,
In stained dawn,
I ache for you.
Without guard,
I ache
so much so that the arches of my feet
feel as if they are yearning for you.
Our life,
it wasn't made for the light.
but lately,
I want more,
That ray of sun through the black blinds
burned a hole straight through my chest.
and secretly I cherish it.
Our lust,
We were never here.
but our lives
they bind,
they blind more
each single blurry time.
Dearest,
In familiar dusk,
I love you,
with fences as tall as towers.
I love
so much so that my mouth falls short...