And Suddenly

i'm in the kitchen, cooking dinner with you

then suddenly, the room turns cold

and you're no longer in my view

we're laying in bed, our tender bodies kissed by the setting sun

then suddenly the bed is empty

my body, a deathly cold one

we sit together for breakfast

then suddenly the tea grows cold

never thinking that morning could be our last

for you're resentment for me was untold

drink me

drink my blood and taste my skin

and tell me that i am yours again

open me up and consume me whole

for i am lost and out of control

the air i breathe

he is the stars and moon to me

he is the trees and meadows i see

he is the air i breathe

everyday i find something, think he would like it

i have moments where i have to lay because my god i ache for him

my body becomes weak at the thought that he is so far away

but life is so overwhelming it strays me further and further from him

and as time goes on--his patience runs thin

and I think...so does his love

his love...the sweetest i have had the privilege to taste.

he holds his lover like the sea hugs the swimmer.

his kisses feel like rain in the evening

his lips perfectly sculpted.

are they mine to even kiss?

do I have a privelege to hold him?

to feel him?

should i even think about him anymore?

how rude of me...isn't it?

i don't want to let him go

but everything shatters eventually

sculptures rust and paintings fade.

but whats left after that?