They make it look easier in movies, on TV painful, sad, but simple peaceful
No one warns you about the sound the gurgle and rattle of last gasping breaths or that your aunt will urge her sister's broken body to fight as if your father hadn't told the love of his life that it was safe to move on and you hadn't held her hand whispering that it would be okay you'd take care of your dad
You do know to expect the silence that eventually comes
Some emotion without a name settled in, burrowed...
Went for a ride today on the boardwalk by the bay passed the beach shared with you brown grasses swaying in golden sand grey rocks teased by barely-there waves half moon hanging in blue sky, sun still dancing on the water Did you know the gulls call your name?
Fingertips thoroughly indulged I want to memorize the textures of your skin with lips, tongue, nipples roaming reverently along the breadth of your chest contours of your hips, length of your thighs absorbed in the reverie of my wonderlust
We come together in moments as our worlds tangle into a sphere wholly ours slipping in time making memories of things we won't do in places we won't go embraced in the intangible us that ignores oceans and impossibility
There is a lifetime in your words freedom in the warmth of your whisper abandon soars on the breath of your sighs
The river of you rushes through my veins and the beating of my heart belongs to you in these fleeting ripples that rearrange our reality