I see poetry in your eyes when the sun traces her fingertips over your face.
I envy her ability to caress so much of your skin at once when you turn your face towards her.
Almost imperceivable lines of hardship vanish, leaving you awash with the innocence of a boy who suffers in the grasp of Aphrodite.
You thought me foolish for falling in love with your eyes first.
But how do I resist being drawn into hazel-hued oceans so irresistibly deep, that I make peace with your waters choking my lungs if it means keeping a piece of you within me for eternity?
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere,
they’re within each other all along.
“She stains the time past: lights the time to come.”
Duchess of Malfi, 1.1.213-4
I wear his name on my tongue
and his scent on my skin
Untouched by love,
tainted by heartache.
The beauty in his purity –
Oh, it takes my breath away.
Just like leaves in the autumn and snow in the winter,
I fall for you over and over again.
I will chase down every setting sun
in your name, in your memory.
And with the rising ambience
of a winter morning’s sun
we will reunite once again.