Jun 29, 2011 23:08
The fluttering waxwings
Darken my skies as I walk
And I cannot help but wonder
If the air they soar in
Once tickled its way through your lungs
The taste on my tongue-
Is it yours?
The clouds, and these stars;
Will your gaze meet mine
At some distant point in time?
If I see fit
To leave you a memory
Carefully hung upon Centuri's arm
Am I to trust you will find it?
And if the adage proves true
If we all walk each other's footsteps
Then I should leave the print of my lips
At each heel press
And for each toe that digs into the sand
Should embed the feeling of my hand in yours.
Though we exist
So distant from the comfort of each other's arms
The heart of this woman
Shall always be with you.