for mrs. greenwood, and a little faith
((found this somewhere... fitting. comment if it fits you too.))
To begin a love poem
it's always the same
a time, a place
sunrises, stars, walks, things that will never be
Just Ours.
second stanza, not a road less traveled
acceleration builds; our heartbeats follow suit
beating out each other in a race for words that
do not fit this moment
fingers seduced into other fingers, stomachs, thighs
smells blend with taste- touch becomes
undefinable. climax, heavy breath, hand on hand
Contact
and then, the end
i would have liked to call it
kiss interrupts kiss; time interrupts music
and we are but a broken harmony
a dissident chord that's not a final tone
and is the last line
of this half-hearted finale
the kiss goodbye
the absense of life in your eyes
the sunset, no time or place
what we've said before or
what we'll never say
just after.