I struggle sometimes With the words... They all seem wrong Lost, forgotten, Like jumbled coins at the bottom of a large bag. Those eyes, Your eyes... They fucked up the ugly order of things Chaos where the stones were once set Cracked concrete set in the easy path I had carved. Those lips, Your lips... Pouty memories of a hope once left dormant A fleeting memory Now burning deep inside the coldest parts of me. I touch that neck, Your neck... The raised bumps appear in the freckles of your skin, Telling stories Awesome stories of something soon to come. My eyes gaze downward, Toward gifts I will not savor Not yet, not now, I will force myself to wait Until a memory born will be a memory we hold together. Impulsive me, Restrained by the freedom of it all Not needing, but wanting Not being consumed by the fire yet surely feeding it, I'll hold onto the enormous possibility. No game of hide and seek here, Just a promise... Honesty and certainty our mutual agreement Lust and love will follow the virgin path Not yet cut by any footsteps made before. Ah, such love Such worship of our true Divinity Not yet lost in the pleasures of our own humanity, We laugh, Until the stars fade under the power of the One we call our own. Good morning, my sweet love. Now whisper to me something of things to come. Tell me tales of the depths we will shortly share And take me... There.