My Beloved

A sacrament given in blood
My fate is that that is sewn up...

Between the heart and the soul where few have braved to go...I know you love me, but it was best that I go.

It is pain to bleed for you on this crumbled page, your tears are mine to bare and should be hushed to your cheeks and worn tattooed on my brittle bones.

Cracking under pressure, more then meets the eye, but what burrows in my depths the infection that troubles my path.

Notions spread their thoughts, simply I am one with chaos and my mind is ship wrecked, breaking and drowning with age, awaiting time to bare yesterday's with you held gently and loosely in my arms.

The nicotine in me draws you to my door step, I am solely addictive, but a habit best kicked.

I feel in moments, when a heart echos sound to my emptiness.

Quickly it comes... the want...the love...the slipping away just the same.

Some things are meant to stay a memory and not an illusion in your mind.

I can not find my stable ground with an unstable thought.

There are parts of you I hold dear, embracing them, pressing them to my thirsting lips.

The scent of you ever present on my skin, listening to as we were in the silent words written and forgotten to the spoken.

In my own way I loved...love you. You are always my sweetest and most prized remembrance.

One I moan and sway too in my lonely, hungry hours.

My soul dances with yours in our parting, we are never truly parted...
My beloved.....