the feeling of you.

eyes of wonder
creased in laughter
for now your mine
in a moment you’ll be gone
beauty wrapped in memory
two hours deep

this is what i want

bodies pressed for warmth
beneath sputtered clouds
shimmering blue atop waves of
yellow and seas of green
petals in hair and soft lips
against mine
spinning here through time

this is what you are

recycled dreams of love
selfish young heartbreaks mended
in your hands
chasing fear and truth
from tongues of mortals
mere mortals, dying, breathing, waiting
for you

this is what we are

one hundred and twenty minutes
bliss incarnate
burned in regret
lost in the space between your words
of what could have been
what the wind knows should have been
in a moment when we were perfect

this is what i am

an endless revolution of love
found
lost
forgotten
reborn
the next time i see your face

this is when you’re gone.

~ by kevinthomas on March 8, 2009.