Does he miss me when I'm away? Or am I in his moment's stare? Do I have a part? A role in his heart? Or am I for the time being a being for just this time?... A statue of "the other" with no other significance?
The soft curve of my hip begs for your caress Lying on my side Yet you stay away My tummy moves slowly welcoming tenderness Hoping for your love But you stay away My heart aches to connect in sweet despair Wishing I was good enough And you stay away
Miles away you move To the slow and steady pulse Of you and yours With the steel threads of love And memories past Cinching together tightly Any gap that might be opened To another heartbeat That could fall in to time And carry in it's rhythm Hope and completion.
If love existed I would love you. I would hold your head in my hands And bleed tears when you cry. I'd wrap myself around you to digest your fears in my belly.
If trust existed I'd strip my body naked, Stand before you with my uneven breasts Allowing my shoulders to slump and my face to fall worried. You'd look at me with that tender smile And tell me that it's ok to feel.
Soft wind kisses my face like a rayon ghost While I watch the hot sun rising Just like you always did. I feel you here whispering "Baby don't let life be anything less Than everything it needs to be. The moment I died I was in the pocket of paradise. I knew tomorrow would come yet I'd lived like it wouldn't. I'd doubled up on dreams and dares To show the world I could do whatever. I know I moved away from you baby And I realize you missed me. But you need to remember that you left me too. Looking back, honey, do you...