always

you are the places
that lurk behind
impossible footsteps
i'll never make
the pinpoint beat,
i want to keep
to every linger
of heat long after
the cold dies down,
to slip under
my heart, bare
and dishonest
to a hard-bitten core,
the blood-rust bones
of an elegiac body,
the glide by the corner
i will miss forever
with my eyes, without
feeling the emptiness
of streets, hours
that rotate to sleep,
the day goes behind,
you're always behind

Reviews

[iamshadowine]

this is a very pretty poem! i really enjoyed reading it!
keep writing :D

[highonwords]

thank you, my friend :-)

best,
steph