Photo by Blentley
My love for you in burnedonto the pages of my journal
It pools in the grooves
where my pen has pressed
The past in a capsule
It pools in the grooves
where my pen has pressed
The past in a capsule
Let me savour the man I knew –
the one hidden by cares
I’ll hold the memory of us
on my tongue
and let it mellow there
In unguarded moments
we buoy
interlaced fingers,
lingering kisses I want
to keep in a glass jar
By night our feet are magnets
lumps of flesh melting together
warmth that spirals up
to where my heart is
and yours
I mourn the day
we will be separated
by a force greater than me
I will rip the cries
from where they are buried
And try to follow you