I know your smile & your scent & your sea of forgetfulness.
I know the taste of your temporary.
I know to enjoy every inch of you while your castle like eyes dance in the base of my chest.
In these minutes
only your kiss matters;
What is Salvation if it keeps me from knowing your wounds &
What is Love if it doesn’t hurt?
I’d trade my mansion for an evening of dancing, laughter, and maybe a poem or 2.
Leaving without a goodbye was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.
I can’t remember what I did before you.
I don’t remember how I slept at night.
Truth is I don’t want too.
Play your song with my Heart strings until another catches your eye.
I’ll Crash & Burn & Remember your tune & Wait.