he would touch my hand, i'd die a thousand times over and then emerge, painfully alive
, in some peculiar place
, alternate reality, where nothing was the same or how they meant it to be, and i loved it
his lips pressed to mine and my eyelids dropped in fear
, intense longing. opened again, coaxed by flesh, warmth, only to stare intently mindlessly
at patterns in all too meaningful sky
, carpet beneath shivering toes. you knew.
arms, wrapped around and holding, i'd had something before but it was not this. this, i remember, sealed faith in.. love, or life. everything
just to hear your voice, i'd ask you, despite the wordless eye whispers that could have revealed deepest universe secret
. fingers through broken smile lips, around lost words, pulled closer into my world, you couldn't know. wouldn't see torn heart bleeding, slow pulsing want, longing for you to stay just a little longer
, i let you..
we had silent conversations.