this call from the aching wind
a pain i had long forgotten
my hearts beats in patterned rhythms
like the rain outside the window
but the cull of the draw
as the sun sets into orange
i find deep peace in this bed
and deep peace within you
the tranquility of passing
into forms so abstract
to run my hands through your soul
and become one with fire
i want tonight to last forever
or at least until we pass
so i may finally know what love is
and love the pain right after
i was blind before i met your eyes
cold before your warmth
i ache for i have no peace
until my name blends in with yours
i could find you in the darkness
with no light to pass you by
the mute will sing of your beauty
just as i hope you will soon
crave the final escape
me in tandom with you
we'll escape into the wilderness
and find our own personal god
i crave the silence
me within the passing of you
i hope this world is kind
to let me fade into you
in this world
there is falling
but in this nation of you
there is only peace
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if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
