I wish you were here,
Laying on my arm,
As it starts to go numb,
With your hair in my face–
Suffocating in your smell,
And your pointy elbows
Digging into my ribs,
As I run my hands
Along your naked body,
And your ass
Pushed against my cock.
The delicate little spoon
You always felt so fragile
And
Fleeting.
I was afraid
That I would break you,
Or
That you’d leave.
Even in those moments
I knew
It was all just
Temporary.
You cannot not expect a free spirit
To stay in bed with you forever.
I knew,
One day,
It would all end.
I just thought we’d have more time.
I thought we’d have more fragile moments.
And when it broke,
So did I.
But I’ve pieced myself together enough
To still be here
Daydreaming about being in bed with you once again.
But just like you were,
These memories are also
Fleeting
And
Fragile.
-C.H.
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