His Bed. Ominous, lace fingers waiting
You don't think so, my feet hang
So far away from my body.
My soles are sore from your traveling.
Your bed is a million miles away.
I can't fly tonight, I can't cry
The way you've seen me before.
There You Are. Something was lost.
Tides fall across your face.
The moon is eclipsing the pleasure.
When it died and I swam to the surface.
I breathed, and I breathed in you.
The edge of this bed defines me,
The edge of this ocean restricts me
In a way I thought water never could.
Here I Am. Lament the ashes,
I blow them over your exposed body
Still warm from the fires, you smile.
You take my shoulder, I take your eyes.
Ruthless and rigid, the earth falls like a pin,
I hear it hit his chest. I search for it
And ended curled against him.
There You Are. Here Am I.
I wish there was nothing else to it.