Longing

My fingers dread your absence. I reach here, you gasp. I clench, you groan. Somewhere between lust and adoration, we connect. My eyes have met you, but my soul’s still waiting.

My skin’s merely clothing. Life cuts me softly yet deeply. When you’re not here to clean my mess, the floors swallow it. I spread, soaked and desperate. I offer myself to whoever wants me.

I need it to be you. Grip me and make me unfold. Pour your perseverance inside me, and I’ll nourish you with empathy. Don’t stop until we learn to speak in silence.

Fragments of us are left in hotels, abandoned homes, nature. Someone’s dying while we’re breathing into each other. I cling to you during grief. I’m ashamed. You feel used.

I can’t tell these bones from those. These mounds of dirt have the same aftertaste. Time will bury this next moment. So stay with me. We can love and regret a little longer.