My mind, stinted with fragments of who you are
Leaves me gazing upon my internal portrait of you.
Never feeling quite who I am, I venture to another realm,
Finding the fears that devour, and the hopes that deliver to me
Suffocating dreams of remorse, for I am distant from my gravity.
These hollowed days, I refrain from the truth that wells outside,
Bringing a fridged sense of wonderment, left only for you to envelope.
This body awash in pain, the pleasure it brings to feel again,
How can it be, my heart flexes in anticipation of you? The aroma of
Lips on my skin, a breath across the nape of the battered man that I am?
Thinking not of a thing to do, but losing my site in you, I close my eyes.