Sleepless midnight poems (Session 33)

“I could get

drunk in his

voice.

His words

would so

effortlessly

tear me apart

and put me

together,

in the blink of

his eyes.

His hands

could mold my

mind,

his tongue,

my body.

Oh, how his

singing takes

me to unexplored

galaxies

only he had known,

and I’m being

honored by just

glancing.

Knowing I’ll never

reach them,

reach him.

And that doesn’t

feel as heartbreaking

as it sounds.

I could never live

on those galaxies

he had created,

he had been put here

to rule.

Rule the words,

the rhythms,

the souls.

Oh, the souls.

My skin feels

it,

chills erupting

from my ears to my

brains,

to my neck

down my back and

to my toes.

How does he manage

to feed me his soul?

I’ve never been hungry

until I met him.

I had never imagined

that pearls could

be found in a mouth

so pink it’s red.

So distant, the lips

are dead.

I had never imagined

I would want to cry

out of passion,

out of misery,

out of never feeling

the rawness.

I hope he knew

he was art,

he was.

He’ll forever

be

a master,

he had knew

he’d depart

sooner than expected.

He had torn me,

I’m in the middle,

I’ll never be sane,

I’ll never be broken.

He made me into forms

I never knew my body

would twist.

He made me into

songs I never knew

I could speak.

He set my mind

free.

My spirit has been lit

by his master soul.

He showed me love

without even touching

me.”