deep breathes of wait. For love that never comes to fate.
Wrapped arms clutch pillows bent upon tears.
Filling voids where you vaguely appear
Folded sheets keep secrets burned upon your paper
Sit here, imagine him, let the lonely taper
Touch me before the sun rises and the moon pokes through.
Lost upon the infinite searching of you.
Time will tell,yet my heart is weak of
The love that dare not speak its name.
Wet my lips with yours
Until we are together
Love will endure with
Tears in my tobacco,
Take away the empty
Fill me with the missing, for now the flame will ignite.
Ashes to ashes,discarded grey in intimate flaky displays.
Slow cinders curl measuring our decay, I
Exhale deep breaths in wait
For love that never comes to fate.
Damien Arness Dalton