Mar 13, 2008 18:34
I can feel the world die at my feet tonight
Nothing but ashes left of a careless act
And reckless words that were better left unsaid
Does it help that I thought those words
Were what you needed to hear to make it easier for you?
I left you, back to the wall this time
With few alternatives and no way
To find the path home to a heart
That is slowly breaking from his own foolishness
I have no bitterness - I love you too deeply for that
Only the acrid after taste of a word I loathe - regret
I would undo it all, stitch by stitch, if I thought it would make amends.
I would take it apart and refashion it into the beautiful arch of your smile
I would repaint the world in the color of the soul that touched mine
And for one infinitesimal second in time, held it in the cradle of her heart.
I would fill it with the music of a private language that we once shared
Those words witnessed only by the wisp of moon that slipped between the sheets
Where the supple warmth of your body arched into mine.
I would trace a path across your shoulders
To the delicate sweep of your neck
And let my fingers linger there
Savoring the serenity that pulses in the hollow of your throat.
For just one last night to hold your world in mine...