How boastful the morning would come
next to me
 eyes half open in lazy desire
I would whisper confessions
and I may have sank into the dissonance
lay against the backdrops of pretty things I have created
Holding my arms above my head
being held against the breath~ of lost loneliness...


~The loneliness that recognized the loneliness
 we were one for those moments
and sank into a different place where time stood still and moved in all directions at once
drawing the curtains to the light standing in the silhouette
I breathe into your mouth
and stay clenched tight until I am weak
The counter part of my soul~




where kisses would leave imprints for days after and I could recall exactly where his lips had been, 
there is an anguish of knowing such warmth 
There was only one who woke me up fervent with the thoughts of his smell, Who I never fully kissed because I felt my heart would enter into a place greater than I had known
 so I would breathe into his mouth my lips barely touching his
 I wanted to pull him deeper in to my being so that his heart could feel all that I was feeling. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced. The only one who ever knew me...