for cam.

[rhetoric_spree]

it was chance, it was brief
it was what it was
to be what it could be
you were nestled without warning
to ransom my longing
grace settled in our eyes
and gentle touches
but gave way to hunger,
we ached...we fed.

every smell of rain
every clap of thunder
each flash in the sky that reveals itself to me
brings me to that place
where your face is in my hair
my hand is on your cheek
our bodies in my bed
no sounds but the weather
and you and i

to taste the bitter
but still the sweet
to taste like life
when we are at our best
you parted this afternoon
i watched you leave
but sent a fraction of my heart
take me with you when you seek yourself

i smoked a cigarette for you
drank a cup of wine in your name
tears flushed my eyes as i penned these words
that revealed more than i cared to feel:
that i bury my face in my sheets
that still hold your smell
i still haven't washed the cup from which you drank
every night i pray for rain
to bring me to that place
where your lips are on mine
hands clenched so firmly tight
our bodies still in my bed
no sounds but the weather
and you and i.