p o e t r y

60

Drowning in a nostalgic current

of charred lips against soft skin

torn sheets and lifeless clothes thrown upon the floor

god how I wish I could just sleep in those sheets once more

and to feel your touch the way it caressed skin like delicate summer rains

you come to me in a down pour, or in an afternoon midst of rain

you come gently like a day dream

then you drown me in violent rages

there is no safety here

no way to survive such extremities

but it's the only thing that reminds me of what loving you was like

it was everything at once or nothing at all

and loving you meant nothing in-between