34.

MAY

We were happy
holding up the sun
away from icy hearts.
But
it’s not my place
to melt the hard candy
of your scar tissue.
It’s a shame
not a single one of
my shadows will
be silenced
as I make it through
the labyrinth of feelings
I wrap myself in.
I could never love anyone
as much as you.
Even the simplicity of
your photograph
strains my belief in
anything more beautiful.
I love you so
my tears are too
frightened to fall.
You will never love me.
You don’t remember
my name
or the places where our hands
and mouths took full shape.
Gone is the treasure of
each other’s skin,
our trembling pores,
and in that yellowed field,
the lime scent
of the sun.
I will always remember
your face.
With my last breath
I will remember your
glowing face
and the outwardness
of love
gathering the very last songs
of hushed orgasms
in that little
room with the fragrances
of night.
When I put reality
back in its broken leather case.
You are still beautiful
and mortal.
You are still a paradise
that crowded my blood
with an unsteady pulse.
You are still night and day,
unbearable joy
and naked despair.
I find
the footsteps which led
to your hiding places
sometimes.
Then I wake up crying
and remind myself
that love is sometimes
a temple of loneliness,
its path dusted
by momentary bliss