I hope, only just for now,
This is the way it was intended to be...

Buried deep in the cosmos,
Embedded in the Phoenix constellation...

Your head rests against a silken pillow,
Forehead just inches from my pounding chest...

Unsteady room and a fuzzy brain
I drink it down to ease the pain...

Who am I if I do not have the slightest clue?
I question the intentions of my aspirations...

My mother surprised us with pieces of you,
Mementos from your home that are now ours...

They say we all dance with demons when night
falls and the lines between our worlds thin...

Subtlety is not my forte when it comes to you;
Open mouth, spilling words long left dormant...

A slight chill ripples through with the incoming
gentle tide as I bury my toes in the sand...

Tender is the bud of the flower growing from the...
When the world felt too threatening, I sealed it...

I’ll kiss the forehead in your picture
tonight before I fall asleep...

Love to me has never felt real. Rather a lie that...
Until you...