I made this before, but it has never felt truer than now
W.
the night lay close beside me
hand on waist, your breath on my neck
your skin embraces every corner of mine
as tears run down your face, falling on my shoulders
you clutch on to nothing in a hush
I turn to you and lay my head on your chest
filled with an awareness of your presence
uttering a silent prayer to the heavens
that you be given to me, this warm, this fully
I look at you and wonder how long
I can own you like this
and if not can I keep
this moment held in my mind
long after you are gone
long after I have lost your scent on my skin
and your taste on my lips
to call this by a name will be irreverance
so I will not, and instead I shall
rest all that I am to this night
and to the memory of this silence
